Gilded Bay Sirensong

AW but would love a @Meteora or one of the other Nereides wuffs!

Gulls wavered high on the air, like white kites hanging on the breeze above the bay. The air was chrisp and cool, but the sky was clear and bright in mid-day even though the sun rose only a bit off the horizon in the depths of winter, making long shadows that stretched across the beach. Laneira's shadow looked impressively tall, given that she walked on long yet powerful legs, moving with an airy grace as she walked just along the shore and only inches from where the water reached. It was as though she could sense its every movement, and moved and swayed with the water as it ebbed and flowed; not once did the water reach her feet, but her noble head was held high, hardly concentrating at all on keeping her toes dry. 

There was something holy about the ocean, and she felt that this locale would provide a good home for her. She'd heard of Nereides settling in this area, and had allowed her spirit to guide her to a place which resonated within her. The beauty of the bay simply had to be an indication of the fact that Nereides had settled in this area; she knew her kindred spirits were here, she simply needed to find them. 

A large boulder stood in her path but she easily gathered herself and leapt atop it with the grace of a panther. There, beneath the cool sunlight, she tilted her head back and called out with a sirensong as pure as the snow that lay scattered along the beach.

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He never spent much time away from Meteora. Today was different, but only because she was preoccupied; it was always difficult for Astraios to stay on her good side when she was distracted, and the few wolves they had encountered had drawn her attention. So he took to wandering without her — but he kept his ears trained for the sound of her voice, or the call of her song, for he was well trained and knew his place. Perhaps in his foray along the coast he could find something for her? Although, from his own experience, Astraios doubted that pretty pebbles or shells would do much to change Meteora's opinion of him.

Alas, it bothered him little. The boy traipsed his way along, toes tinted brown from the wet sand, his head low and eyes shifting from spot to spot as he surveyed. He picked at some tangled kelp for a few minutes, until his teeth punctured the tough sphere of one end; he scattered pale shells and regarded their purple undersides for a time; then, as he approached a large boulder lodged in the sand, Astraios' breath hitched in his throat.

There was a wolf perched atop it. How had she made it there without his noticing? The light of the sun briefly blinded him and he averted his gaze, but chuffed an inviting note towards the stranger — unsure of them, but the excitement of his discovery made him less rigid in his behavior.
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Her call had caught the attention of someone, however, Laneira was not best pleased with the company it had attracted. A male. Worth little to nothing in her books, she watched as the male sauntered along the shore, seemingly looking for something on the beach but he didn't seem to find anything that was terribly interesting apart from some seaweed. At least this male, in comparison to others, did not bear himself like he owned the land- that was for females to do. This male kept his head down, and didn't look too noble at all as he moved along. It was slightly reassuring to see in a male, that one finally did not seem to move as though he owned the world. 

He offered her a quiet and modest chuff, but Laneira said nothing at first, instead casting a look that spoke of little other than scorn at him. Males were good for very little- hunting to feed their Nereides and providing them with the gift of  children though even then they were little more than vessels in the entire process. The last consort she had coupled with had given her only male pups, which had been killed on sight; she still bore the trademarks of having given birth recently and her hormones still raged. 

"δουλεύω σκληρά." She spoke, not as a greeting but a comment. Drudge, she'd called him- as all males were until they proved themselves worthy of becoming something more useful. Her gaze was still cast out to sea, not expecting him to know what she meant at all, and not caring in the slightest.

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It was not often that he was spoken to directly. Usually Meteora did not have the desire to look at him, let alone speak, save to deride him for poor planning or his clumsiness. When something went wrong, he'd hear about it — and feel it — but it was not common for any of his beloved Nereides to show any semblance of care. Thus, when the stranger's voice drifted to his ears but her eyes remained fixed upon the sea, he was unsurprised. It was the sound of the woman's familiar language which made his heart feel full with glee.

He opened his mouth to reply, so eager was the boy, but then he seemed to think better of it and shut it with a click of his teeth — she wouldn't see this, and probably wouldn't have cared either way. But then he seemed to reconsider again, and with a shy dip of his head (so as to stare down at the grains of sand collecting across his paws), he murmured: Σειρήνα.

There was a slight tremble to the word. He wondered if she would be offended by his speaking and was briefly, vaguely, feeling a sense of anxiety in the back of his mind. If she understood then that would mean this, like Meteora, was another woman for him to serve and obey. Surely the future queen would reward him for such a discovery!
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Along the sandy shore she walked, gold eyes searching the sand for smallbp treasu res to add to her collection. She had just reached a very pretty pink shell when she saw a woman and male conversing. Interested she strode forth in their direction, chuffing softly to announce her presence.

She ignored the male and instead Addressed the woman "γεια το όνομά μου είναι Illecebra" Greek was her home language and it came naturally to her, flowing off her tongue like warm honey.

the greek: hello my name is Illecebra

The siren's eyes, silverish in the daylight, closed momentarily when the male spoke in a soft voice, but the word was easily distinguished. There was a reverence in the tone of the male's voice that pleased the Siren immensely; the former High Priestess waited for a moment before she turned her noble head to look down upon the grey male, to see that he had bowed his head in greeting and then waited complacently in the sand. He'd been trained, then; clearly by a Nereid. Her feelings had been correct; this was a holy place that she had come to, and others had been drawn to it as well. Doris was smiling upon her, surely, to have led her here, to a land where the first male she met was a subservient consort who already knew the language. 

Yet another drew near, a sylphlike female with light shades around her eyes which accentuated their golden hue. Her eyes, which had passed over the male deftly, soon found themselves drawn to the female who properly ignored the male and addressed her, and much to her pleasure it was in her native tongue. The whisper of the sea's waves seemed to applaud her for having chosen the right place to sing out; already she had drawn two of her own kind to her. 

She nodded her head to the female, and like silk draping off a soft, wooden table, she slipped off the boulder so she could greet her sister on the sand. "Το όνομά μου είναι Laneira Νηρηίδες, Σειρήνα πτυχή, της Sirensong όρμο. 
χαιρετισμούς Doris σε σας, αδελφή." She said, using a formal greeting as was custom in her homeland. She had once been of the Amazon aspect, but like her mother and grandmother before her, she had found balance through time and learning, and had gained the Nymph aspect she had once been lacking. She hoped yet again to claim her place as High Priestess, if there was a Nereides pack already established, and if not- she would seek to establish one herself, among her sisters. 

"My name is Laneira Nereides, Siren Aspect, of Sirensong Cove. Doris' greetings to you, sister."

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He is pensive, or appears as such. While the boy wishes to look upon the woman for longer, to study her, to explore the curves of her face and commit it strongly to memory, she shifts to look at him and his eyes avert to the sand. And then, there is a second presence — another feminine voice which drifts by him and to the pale woman's ears. The appearance of another surprises him but he does not flinch, only waits. The pair speak to one another, and he is blessed to be present in their company, though Astraios does not interrupt.
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The familiar language caused a pleased smile to form on her lips as she continued to ignore the male and Address her Sister "Καλό είναι να ανταποκριθεί άλλο. Είμαι της πτυχής του Αμαζονίου" she responded quickly. She then turned to the male for a brief moment "συνεταιρίζομαι?" she asked briskly, her tone showing that she was less than pleased to be speaking to him.


She sniffed the air drawing in the salty chilled breeze and her pleased feeling increased. She enjoyed ocean's scent, and how it could go from placid to raging in only moments. Here she was with two (she assumed) of her kind, It must be fat that lead her to this beach.

She followed his scent, irritated that he had left her— not that she paid mind to him when he was near unless she desired to relieve some frustration. But that he had gone without her word rankled the woman, and it was with a fury in her eyes that Meteora trailed his scent. She thought of what she would do upon finding him; dragging him to the earth with her teeth, lacing his body with wounds that would make it difficult for him to move very quickly at all.

The scene that greeted her, however, was the obedient Astraios sitting quietly amongst two women. Their voices were the tidal flow of the Sea's own tongue, and the sound was a balm for Meteora's ire. "Sisters," she greeted them in their shared language, confident that she was correct; the Nereides were scattered along all the Sea's edges.