ROLEPLAY HQ - siren-s-call

Pain. What an odd sensation. He didn't know the last time he had seen his own blood covering his clawed hands. His tail flapped nervously in the shallow waters, black scales shimmering in the bit of sunlight that seeped through the opening in the ceiling of the cave. His thoughts seemed to drift off a bit while staring at the deep gash which dragged itself across his partly scaled chest. From his left hip up to the right side of his throat, his skin had been teared open, but luckily not deep enough to damage his vocal cords. The harpune from those pirates got him at quite the most inconvenient angle. Their ship had been that of a simple fisher boat, an easy prey for his kind. Hiding within the blue of the ocean as he approached the ship, he soon was close enough to begin with his deadly serenade. It was what his kind was most known for. Sirens with their enchanting voice and alluring bodies, their lower half had been replaced by a fish tail, were the death of every sailor who crossed the sea. That was what he was. He was death. The siren was quickly pulled out of his thoughts once more by the burning pain which didn't seem to heal as fast as usual. Certainly their spear had been coated with something special to immobilize his kind.

The siren was furious at himself for letting himself get injured like that, showing such weakness. Yet it already happened and now he was here: seeking shelter within this cave, too weak to return to the sea with those hunters still out there. His peace and quiet soon got interrupted by the sound of wings and the familiar scream of seagulls. At least ten of them had gathered near the cave entrance and the number began to grow. The more they became, the bolder some of them got, approaching the siren closer and closer. In their eyes, the siren was only a big fish. When one of the seagulls came into his reach, he had enough. Still able to move a little quicker, his nails quickly had dug into the bird which began to scream and flutter, trying to free itself from the sirens gasp, but it had no use. Quickly, the siren had silenced his prey with an ugly crunch of the birds neck, leaving him only to dig in which he promptly did. Tearing off a mouthful of feathers from the seagulls chest first, he quickly sunk his teeth in and began to feed. Tearing off the raw meat and more while holding the seagulls body witb both of his clawed hands, soon more of his body, especially mouth area, had been covered in more blood and feathers. If someone would now walk into him, the siren would certainly look even more terrifying, but right now it covered up most of his evident weakness in an attempt to restore his strength as fast as possible. He had to get back into the ocean, return to his pack, but right now he was only trapped... @crimson.inks

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"FINE! I don't NEED this job anyways!" A screaming was heard down within the unnamed village near the seaside. Some argument that was occuring in the center of the marketplace. Though- it'd be an understatement to say that this event happens often. It's just another day in the lower class' world. Children running around, vendors screaming at the top of their lungs, men and women haggling for a steal, and the highest potential of getting robbed. But hey, that's how his life has gotten. Guillermo Cali Alonso, a fall from grace. The former top student of a prestigious writing academy, forced to drop out due to his mother gaining an illness at the young age of eighteen. His father was never present, so he was the only one his mother could ever rely on. Grew up too quickly, turned green with envy. It's been a few years past since Cali's mother died, and he has lost the purpose of trying in life. All the love that he had, from his caretaker, to his passions in life, gone. For years he had tried to hold it in his palms, though like sand- it just slips pass through him. Besides, he never believed in second chances. This life of his was never something he wanted to make better. But a part of him still wanders, trying to find an answer.