don't care to settle in

the Rift

They reach you, latching on either those rows and rows of teeth, spinning in a macabre attempt at ripping and tearing flesh. Those that squirmed near the stallion's legs were ripped away with intense and angry snarls as their glaring eyes stared at Orsino. The rest, continued to churn and hum their delight as you reach either teeth bared to remove them. Yet, it wasn't until your magic blossomed in their minds and reverberated in their skulls that they released their grip on you, leaving wounds and blood in their wake.

Some moved back, the original two clutched their heads in their hands, shrieking in their foreign tongues while they stared at you. They moved back to the safety of the water, slinking into the bubbling and boiling lake. It grew more intense as the center of the lake churned and spun. Another siren rose, this one larger and far more beautiful, sitting atop a throne made of the smaller sirens. She sent a sharp grin your way, her eyes, bright pink and glowing, glued to you.

“You have caught our attention, young Knight.” She began, her voice loud and booking, completely ignoring the presence of Weaver for the importance of you as she started nearly through you. “You will never be safe.” A wicked grin spread across her scaled lops, revealing a row of sharp spikes for teeth. The smaller lampreys hissed in agreement. “But I'm sure you already knew that.”

Her tail mashed against the coursing water, sending a flurry of hot water toward you, steam leaving trails in the colder air from the droplets. Her smaller sirens screeched in delight at the action as they all stared through you in the hope or retaliation. What could you do?

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