At the southwest side of the round lake he had found his spot. Closed in by the water and the vibrant Solanis forest he had found a large, flat patch. For hours he had hunted woodland critters to bring them to his chosen location and spread their blood around the clearing. Dozens of little corpses lay amongst the trees now.
Then he worked his magic for two days and two nights straight, bringing up familiar plants and regular Helovian grass. The last thing he did was to empty the blood of a rabbit into the lake and then creating two beautiful blue lotuses.
Then he slept. For how long he did not know, but the extensive use of magic had him totally spent and he drifted away on the soft grass that he had grown from the blood.
Tamlin woke to the same mists he had seen before he went to sleep. His rather good mood was instantly shattered by the realization that the moist air seemed to be constant. He thought he had found a place where he could feel comfortable, but this damned universe must have been created out of his worst nightmares. Moist and vibrant colors and rain and strange plants and… and… Please bring me home!
He felt like a moody teen, nothing around here suited him. Even the Floating Key, where he had felt quite at home, had reviled itself to be a living creature - A LIVING CREATURE!
Fuck this world and everything in it!
Tamlin rolled around to his other side and closed his eyes to the world around him in protest. Fuck this place. He thought again and snorted.
Table by Neo
he reaps in blood
- Every kind of violence may be used against Tamlin at all times -
That was her favorite color. And don't even think about saying that is wasn't a color, because it was - at least in her head. And she made all the rules, telling when the ferns could drop their load of liquids or where the solar flowers should grow. She kept it tidy as she almost danced thought the growth, her metallic wings held firm against her flank. The pink haired lion tail swung almost lazily from under the feathers at her rump, but it always kept itself far enough from the ground to keep it from getting dirty or wet. Because she hated that. Not getting wet, but dirt.
Even the mere thought of mud and shit sent a shiver down her spine. No. She would not think bad thoughts today! Today she was going to be happy and content and smile and.. what the hell was that?! Just emerging from under a fern, a clearing unfolded in front of her, but that was not the reason why she stopped in her happy dance. No. She boldly stepped closer to peek at the unfamiliar fauna and the unicorn laying in the middle of it.
"Hey! You! Did you do this?" Her voice rang through the moist air, demanding attention from the sleeping stallion. Her pink eyes darted over the scenery as she tried to make up her mind of she liked it or not, before she decided to make up her mind later. Now she had more pressing matters to discuss. "HEEEEY! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"
Hoof beats approaching. Ignoring it. Someone stepping into his little spot of blood, corpses and Helovian flora. Still ignoring you. A voice, full of glee and wonder, was it not? I am not listening.
Tamlin pressed his ears flat against his crest, hiding them in his messy, tangled mane. He pretended to sleep, hoping that whoever called on him, so demandingly, would leave if he just did not answer. But. It. Would. Not. Leave. Him. Be!
He snapped his head towards her (for it was a mare who stood in his clearing). Tamlin’s ears still lay flat against his skull, his eyes were rolling and his nostrils flared red. ”This is MY spot!” he hissed at her like a possessive tom cat. His matted white tail lashed behind him and drops of watered down blood were launched into the air towards the winged mare - if she did not move they would most likely rain down on her beautiful, shinning coat.
He hesitated just as soon as his words had left his lips though. She, who stood before him so radiant in her gleeful mood, must be the most beautiful creature he had even seen. Not that he instantly craved her or fell head over heels for her, no; he just coldly observed her beauty to be of a like he had seldom seen. Her gold and white hide was so perfectly accented by the pink of her hair and eyes and the antlers on her head made her look like a princess. He did not like her wings however - a feeling stemming from his past as a hard core racist. Now he did not really care about such matters anymore, even if winged and hornless horses always looked a little strange to him.
Although he appreciated her beauty, he was sober now and no mare tugged at his heartstrings (or other parts of his body) in this state of mind. Aviya was the only mare he would ever want, even though it was more a love of a memory.
Drawn by the magic and scent of blood in their waters, the sirens milled in the depths beneath where this dark stallion worked. Their dark, soulful eyes stared up at the surface; intelligent curiosity flashing as a new flower formed from the blood that enticed them.
One younger, smaller, but more curious siren slowly drifted towards the surface. Her long, webbed and clawed fingers hesitantly reached out towards the blue bloom and pulled it beneath the surface to her. Cupping it and studying it for a few moments, she then plucked the flower and carefully tucked it within her tentacle-like hair.
And then, also slowly, she breached the water. Thin lips contorted around her sharp, mismatched teeth in a shy smile as she looked towards the collapsed man, as if to ask, “Is it pretty on me?”
Though her face darkened as she saw another—a beautiful creature of light skin. Soulful eyes sharpened on her, and her teeth seemed to grow sharper as the dark one shouted.
A low hum started in her throat, as if she thought to sing these two into a trance…but she didn’t start her song just yet. A few fugaxia blooms still blossomed near the bloodbath; always eager to open at any semblance of a siren’s song.
Yelling was maybe a more appropriate reply to her harsh words a few moments earlier, but it still caught her off guard when he suddenly decided to show signs of life. And boy were they clear! So clear in fact, that he even tried to spray her with blood, something she barely escaped by jumping to the side like a filly in play. The distance between them grew. Her ears had been peaked, but after the vicious attack (it was not), they lay flat against her antlered skull, her tongue ready to lash out. But she remained silent, as another sound caught her attention. With her tail still swinging she focused her pink gaze towards the water and quickly decided that the danger was there and not in the lazy unicorn flinging blood at unsuspecting and innocent souls.
The one looking at her from the water was not innocent, she knew that much. Doing stupid things and not learning from it was what she spend her days doing, so she could not help herself but smile. "Oh, aren't you pretty?" She dared to take a step closer while her wings opened up halfway - a sign of her being relaxed. "And such a beautiful flower you have!" The tone of her voice sounded like she almost giggled of excitement about seeing such a creature. "Can I be your friend?"
07-31-2017, 01:05 PM (This post was last modified: 08-02-2017, 01:58 PM by Tamlin.)
Tamlin
As Tamlin was occupied by his thoughts and the irritatingly lovely mare danced away from the spray of water and blood something stirred in the lake. Tamlin was too caught up in his head and preoccupied with his annoyance over the beautiful, winged unicorn that he barely noticed when the something broke the surface of the water behind him. Still, he turned towards this new creature in his presence and looked at her without really seeing.
The half fish, half something indefinable seemed to demand answers of him, just as the mare had done a second ago and everything was all too much and confusing for the fallen prince. So strong was the aura around this newcomer that Tamlin almost in a way heard, or rather felt, her thoughts. He even motioned to speak to her before he recognized the danger in the air. "Yes, yes, very pretty." he almost said, but the words stuck to his tongue when he really took in the face of this femme de lac.
Wait, WHAT?!
He stared at the siren, not knowing exactly what she was. He had seen her like before, in his travels, but never this version of the seductive creature. He knew only that she could be dangerous, that he could feel. Being a short stallion without any talent for fighting Tamlin had learnt to listen to his instincts and right now they were telling him the siren was not a creature to provoke.
The beautiful mare dashed passed him then and continued her gleeful blabbering. Was she out of her mind?! Crowding an unknown life form like that?
He had no reason to protect this new acquaintance of his, but nonetheless Tamlin sprung to his feet and put himself between the lovely mare and the creature of the lake. He would even shove the winged unicorn slightly to the side if she did not sidestep as elegantly as she had done before.
”Forgive her forwardness, O queen of this lake. You know how these silly creatures can be.” he left it up to the siren to interpret what creatures he meant for he dare not say “these air-headed beauties” lest he would insult her. He suspected that the fish-girl may consider herself a beauty. ”Do you like the flower I grew? It is yours of course, my dear. If you taste its blue petals it will give you euphoric bliss.”
Stupid feather-brain. he thought about the mare beside him, but the slur rang hollow even in his brain.
Dark eyes look towards the pale creature that approaches her; their water-like surfaces reflect the metallic glint of her half-spread wings. The sharpness of her eyes and teeth seems to fade at the sweet, sing-song sounds of the light mare. A webbed, long-fingered hand goes to the flower in her hair as the woman mentions it—and her thin-lipped and sharp-toothed smile grows at the sound of ’friends’.
The hum in her throat ceases, her other clawed hand settling on the blood-bathed, blue-green grass that fringes her lake. Her thin, mottled, grey-blue arm pulls her thick and aquatic body partially onto the land.
Though her curious advance towards the metallic mare is halted by the sudden movement and interference by the black, magically green-thumbed stallion. Naked eyelids blink over her cryptic gaze as she listens to the man.
There is a part of her that bristles at him coming between her and her new quarryfriend. And it makes fiercer the lines of her angular face.
Yet, there is another part of her that preens beneath the compliments he pays her. So, instead of reacting with her primal violence, the siren raises a webbed claw from the grass and removes the blue flower in her tentacle-like hair.
“‘Eu…phor-ic bliss?’” her non-singing voice is whispery soft, and slightly hoarse, above the waves. She looks from each creature and then to the blue petals, before removing a handful of petals with surprising dexterity for those webbed hands.
Pushing the soft petals between her thin lips and sharp teeth with one hand, she held out the remaining parts of the bloom to the equines, “With me?” And, though it was a question, those dark eyes didn’t quite leave much room for refusal.
And how lucky she was to meet not one, but two new (possible) friends in one day, even though the unicorn rubber her the wrong way as he clearly felt the need to protect her from her newfound fishy BFF. At this point, she would rather spend time with the water creature than the stallion. Especially after he tried to 'save' her and even bumped into her. What a douche. Her pink eyes rolled in their sockets as she regained her balance and tucked her wings neatly against her side again, before the warmth flushed back into her facial features. The siren seemed as captivated with her as she was about it, so when she got offered to taste the blue petals, she almost jumped at the opportunity.
Literally.
With almost dancing steps she went around the black and white stallion and stopped a few feet away from the waters edge. "Yes, yes! I would love that!" She giggled and stretched out her glittering neck so her lips could pick up a few of the petals out of the siren's hand. They were gone and swallowed by the time she lifted her head. "I still can't get over how pretty you are! Do you have a name? Mine is Nüwa. It's not a nice name, but at least it's mine and that's more than most can say. You know, I just can't understand what goes on in others mind when they name their offspring. I mean, I once heard of someone called Bob. Bob! i don't know if they already hated their child or if it wasn't wanted, but that's just cruel. Do I talk too much?"
At the realization that she had let her tongue get free rains, she shot each of them an apologetic smile as she seemed almost a tad embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I'll shut up now. I promise."
08-06-2017, 08:27 AM (This post was last modified: 08-09-2017, 10:29 AM by Tamlin.)
Tamlin
Oh, okay, don’t mind me ladies, seems my peace brokering was unneeded after all.
Tamlin backed up a few steps when he realized the siren was not about to attack the mare. He huffed silently at the situation, feeling his usual grumpiness get a hold of him again. What was he even doing? Trying to help a complete stranger? Why did he even care?! He felt like growling and throwing a fit like a foal told “no”. But of course he did not. He only stood there glaring from the fish-creature to the annoyingly pretty antlered pegasus.
When the siren offers them to share his (suddenly he did not feel like giving it away) flower he only snorted and turned his muzzle skywards. And by doing so he completely missed that the offer was more of a demand. But Nüwa’s blabbering caught his attention and he got a glimpse of the seriousness in the lake-creatures eyes, realizing what she had really meant.
Oh gods! He had not meant for the siren to eat the lotus here, he had been trying to get her to leave. What effect would it even have on this alien being? Tamlin saw how Nüwa reached for the petals and he only had time for a muffled ”No! Don’t!” But he was too late. Shit.
The blue lotus sent the user into a state of euphoria and increased his or hers libido. Sometimes Tamlin was so horny when he was using he did not know what to do with himself, but mostly he only became calm and talkative while high. What effect would it have on the siren and Nüwa?
Nüwa, by the way, even her name was annoyingly pretty.
Tamlin stepped closer again and his brain suddenly went in to a combined state of craving and fuck it. He plucked the petals from the sirens hand, ignoring the slimy feel against his muzzle as well as he ignored Nüwa and her brainless chatter. He chewed them with pleasure and took a deep breath after he’d swallowed. The affect was not instant, but rather crept into him slowly. He felt how his gaunt body relaxed, his shouldered sloped and the pressing feeling in his head fluttered away like a butterfly.
Since he had arrived in this hellish place his blood-grown plants had had an unusual side effect; they produced hallucinations more often than not. This was not normal, the lotus had before only made him hallucinate once in a while - mostly when the high went wrong somehow and he was cast into the nightmare that was the Battle of The Edge. But all those thoughts were gone from his mind now as he turned to the females.
Perhaps it was Tamlin's muzzle pointing into the air in initial refusal of the siren’s demand, or perhaps sirens are not creatures meant to dissolve into euphoric bliss other than that of their own song and consuming their prey beneath the waves.
Whatever the reason, this flowery gift turned on the siren the moment it passed her thin-lipped and sharp-toothed mouth.
Dark, soulful eyes narrow as everything began to twist around her. Both of her clawed, webbed hands splayed deep into the soil, as if to anchor herself in a world that was suddenly so changeable. Her teeth bared in a grimace, held so tightly together that a mismatched point popped off into the thick grassy banks of the water.
Suddenly the creature was pushed into the lives she had taken; those last fleeting moments when her siren’s trance wore off from her pretty prey and their lungs filled with burning water. Right before consciousness left, letting them feel her sharp teeth sink into soft, giving flesh.
And the siren screeched. At first they were wordless wails, but then they became, “Nüwa,” the name of the creature.
Panic and fear filled her; for though she may speak and appear sentient, the siren did not understand that those she fed upon had true lives. She was still a beast; a creature of instinct that hunted as she was designed, without a choice or thought to greater things.
So she flailed, thick body seeking her refuge beneath the waves. Though in her thrashing, those clawed and webbed hands found purchase on both equids bodies.
This will be the last RP post to this thread!
Both @Nüwa and @Tamlin now have clawmarks from the siren. When they heal, the scars will burn vlue whenever exposed to a siren's song.
Solanis
he reaps in blood
