Ravensblood Forest What we ain't got.

it was seldom the siren queen came across an individual more strange than her, and when she spotted burke relieving himself against the imperial face of a sequoia she found herself wrought with curiosity. from a whiff alone she could discern he was not of the sea's ilk -- he smelled distinctly earthborne, like damp moss and rotted dust like meldresi had.

she pulled herself from her cover, her coruscating yellow gaze cast intensely on the male who woefully lacked a southernmost aspect to his hindquarters. she was not doubtless that he was of meldresi's clan, yet all the same she approached him with a cold confidence that suggested well her station. "did the daedric princes run off with your tail?" the siren queen called in a singsong manner, her feral and lethal gaze hungrily upon him.