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In the realm of roaring waves, where the sea met the sky in a thunderous clash, there emerged a figure of untamed power and captivating beauty. She was known as the Mythos Siren, a piratress of fable who commanded the tempest's rage. Her presence alone was enough to send shivers down the spines of even the bravest sailors, for she embodied the essence of the ocean's fury. Draped in salt-kissed attire that clung to her like a second skin, the Mythos Siren possessed an ethereal aura that drew longing gazes from those who dared to behold her. Adorning her head was a crown, adorned with intricate seashells and pearls, and her mane was as dark as midnight, cascading in wild waves down her back. Her eyes held the secrets of the deep, gleaming with an otherworldly light that spoke of ancient enchantments. Whispers of incantations danced upon her lips as she stood upon the deck of her ship, the Black Tide, her loyal crew gathered around her. With a mere flick of her wrist, she kindled infernos upon rival ships, igniting a dance of fire and fury that was unmatched on the tumultuous seas. Flames licked the sky, casting an eerie glow upon the dark waters and sending plumes of smoke into the air. In battle, the Mythos Siren was nothing short of a force of nature. She moved with a grace that defied the chaos surrounding her, her every step a testament to her command over the elements. Her crew marveled at her prowess, as she led them against those who dared to challenge her reign. Her name was woven into the very fabric of ocean tales, forever ablaze in maritime lore. Stories of her audacious exploits spread like wildfire, whispered from port to port, painting her as both a fearsome predator and a mythical creature of desire. Legends spoke of her ability to lure sailors to their doom with a single haunting melody, her voice mingling with the crashing waves, drawing them closer to the abyss.

1:31 PM

Attina, the Mythos Siren, gazed out across the vast expanse of the ocean from the deck of her ship, the Black Tide. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as she plotted her next move. The sea was calm, a deceptive tranquility that masked the tempest brewing within her heart. She yearned for the thrill of the chase, the dance of seduction that had become her trademark. In the distance, a ship sailed, its sails billowing in the gentle breeze. Attina's lips curved into a sly smile as she recognized it as a vessel ripe for her enchantment. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a gentle wind to carry her voice across the water, a haunting melody that echoed through the air. Her voice, imbued with a magic that could ensnare even the most resolute souls, carried a promise of untold wonders and forbidden desires. It whispered of treasures hidden beneath the waves and secrets that only the bravest would dare to uncover. The sailors aboard the unsuspecting ship paused, enraptured by the ethereal voice that seemed to weave through the air. As the ship drew closer, Attina's allure intensified. She conjured illusions, a mirage of shimmering lights dancing upon the water's surface, beckoning the sailors to draw nearer. The air grew thick with anticipation as her enchanting voice intertwined with the soft lapping of the waves against the ship's hull. The sailors, their eyes glazed with a mixture of awe and desire, found themselves drawn inexorably toward the Mythos Siren. They were helpless to resist her call, their hearts captivated by the promise of adventure and the allure of the unknown. The ship began to change course, veering off its intended path, as if under the command of an invisible hand. Attina reveled in her power, her heart pounding with exhilaration. She moved to the edge of her ship, her dark hair billowing around her, and extended her hand toward the approaching vessel…her eyes locking upon him,

1:31 PM

the only sailor who didn’t seem to be as entranced as the others..

1:31 PM

@very merry manticore

Callum Fletcher had never been believed in legends. From a young age he had pursued fact, pursued concrete evidence to justify the things he believed in. His boss back home had always berated him for that. Said that most truth was steeped in legend, most fact imbued in the stories told and retold as time went on. But he’d never had time for superstition. He wanted action. And if he was to find what he wanted, Callum would have to take the initiative. Callum didn’t care for legends, but he knew the stories of the Mythos Siren, simply because everyone with a head and a knowledge of the sea knew who she was. Part of the reason he was on this ship was because most others wouldn’t sail anywhere near the area of blue that all the legends stemmed from. The boatswain of this ship wasn’t particularly bothered about the route, and he’d become decidedly accommodating once Callum handed him a handful of gold coins in exchange for save passage to the nearest port that went along that infamous stretch of sea. Callum didn’t bother to memorise the name of the ship he boarded, and as long as he didn’t make a fuss and pitched in to help whenever he was needed, the crew barely acknowledged him at all. He’d find them rather pleasant, if he didn’t know they were crooked smugglers. Callum was meant to be heading for the nearest port for a quick rendezvous with a partner of his boss; collect a few research papers here, take a few pictures of some specimens there, and then find a ship heading back home right the next day. It was dreary work, but it paid well, and that was the only reason he’d stuck around this long. It was the only reason he was able to avoid this ride. It was the only way he could get away with conducting the investigations he really wanted to do.

2:28 PM

He stood against the railing of the ship, his large, tall form leaning carefully against the wood. Notebook clutched in one hand, pen in the other, and eyes fixated on the endless expanse of rippling water stretching off in all directions. They’d been sailing for two days, and he figured something would happen at some point. Callum had been looking into the rumours of the Mythos Siren for almost a year, picking through the nonsensical superstitions and fear-borne farcical stories to find the reality underneath. There was a woman, who owned a ship, who sailed the seas around these parts. And ships that happened to be sailing at the same time as her ship would end up as nothing but charred remains at the bottom of the sea floor. He knew her voice floated through ears and reached into hearts, promising the world and more, and delivering only death. He just didn’t know how she did it. And he intended to find out the true reason, beyond all magic or curse or hex. He knew such things existed to some extent—and he knew that someone as notorious as the infamous Mythos Siren would no doubt have access to such abilities—but more than anything else, Callum wanted not only to understand the how, but the why. His gaze, vacantly cast upon the water beating against the sides of the ship, shifted down to his hands. His pen moved rapidly over the pages of his notebook, jotting down his calculations of the course with a practiced hand that had lost the need for mental effort a long time ago. They had to be close. They had to. He’d been waiting for so long to get this opportunity. To even catch a glimpse of her ship, to have something to take home with him, some sort of evidence. He was even willing to die for it, if her reputation for sinking ships was to keep itself, and if the plan he’d meticulously crafted in case of such a situation ended up failing. Callum was willing to take the risk.

2:28 PM

He was so caught up in his determination, his thoughts swirling around him in a whirl, that he almost didn’t hear it. The first, piercing vocal note. Callum’s head snapped up, his hair fluttering in a gust of wind that had not been blowing a moment ago. His blue eyes darted across the horizon, searching for the noise in earnest. Another haunting note, quickly turning into a melody now, and he pushed away from the railing entirely, his head twisting around as he searched, he couldn’t see her ship, where was it— The ship suddenly lurched to the side, sending Callum skidding sideways and smacking hard into the railing. He barely had the mental presence to wince before he twisted his entire body around, notebook and pen forgotten, to face the other side of the ship. He watched as the sailors stood up from their positions at card tables, pushed away from deck posts, burst through the doors of the lower deck, dropped five feet from the rigging—all to rush to the railing across the ship with vacant, awed expressions. And there, just on the horizon, in the direction the ship was currently turning, was a shimmering, undeniable shape. A large, dark ship.

2:29 PM

The voice was all around them now, echoing in Callum’s ears but also seeming to come from within him—he knew that if he covered his ears it would make no difference. The melody carried through the air with the wind, swirling around the ship, rising in volume and changing its cadence. Callum gripped onto the railing for dear life as the ship continued to veer to the side, threatening to send the crew crowded on the other side of the ship toppling overboard. He would have called out to them, warned them to hold on, if he wasn’t fixated on the ship growing ever closer with every second. He could make out a figure now, standing at the bow of the ship with a presence that he could feel even from this distance. Though there was still so much distance between the two ships, Callum felt like he could already see her. The wonderment that gripped him from head to toe suspended every other emotion, and he didn’t even realize that the singing echoing in his ears wasn’t affecting him like the other sailors. Wasn’t affecting him like it should have. Through the all-encompassing magic of the siren song swirling around the ship, Callum managed to utter two words, whispered under his breath. “You’re real,” he murmured.

2:30 PM

@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

Attina would watch as the other sailors jump off the ship.. swimming towards her trying to just be in her grace.. only to be pulled down under the water by other sirens nearby, a playful smirk forming on her face as she swam around.. humming her cold, eerie and yet beautiful captivating voice. As she made her way to the ship. She heard Callums voice, and his mutter looking up to him.. seeing how he was the one that didn’t seem phased by her voice, Attina smiled, still humming as she placed her hands on the ship.. smoke coming out as a small burst of flames started on the ship .. rapidly growing , her eyes never left his as she be smirking.. swimming back as the ship began to crack.. the fire growing bigger and the sailors left scrambling around for their lives. The siren giggled as she’d wink to Callum and went underwater swimming to a nearby cave, watching as the ship started to sink and cave in on its own… her mind thought about that one person, callum. It was rare for a person to not be captivating and entranced by the sirens voice.. and it caught the sirens attention.. if he survived she’d maybe help him back to the cave to ask questions, but as of right now she enjoyed the show wondering what the human would do.. @very merry manticore

Callum's attention was so focused on Attina's silhouette that he barely registered the sounds of his shipmates leaping off the ship and plummeting to the waters below. It wasn't until he began to feel the uncomfortable heat of the flames bursting to life and spreading all across the deck of the ship that he realized his situation. He needed to get off of this ship. The siren song swelled, ringing in Callum's ears as the ship lurched to the side once again. He flailed wildly as his grip on the railing loosened and he webt sprawling to the deck, sliding toward the end of the ship that was bent perilously into the sea. Broken wood and burning rope smashed across the deck, sending embers flying. With a grunt, he jerked his arm out to grab hold of the bottom of the rigging, clinging on for dear life as debris and crew slid past him, down the deck and into the water. Carefully, and as slowly as he could manage under the life-threatening circumstances, Callum dragged himself back toward the railing, his fingers slipping across the wet wood of the deck. The song was almost deafening now, pounding in his ears and nearly robbing him of his ability to think. He pushed on, coughing through ash and smoke, blinking his burning eyes against the harsh heat of the fire, groaning against the urge to simply let go, and follow his unlucky shipmates into the cold solace of a watery grave. By the time his hands finally found the railing, the ship was almost entirely in flames, and sinking quickly. Before he could second-guess himself, Callum hoisted himself upward and, in one fluid movement, threw himself overboard. He only had the time to suck in a deep breath before he dove into the freezing depths below. For a few seconds, all he could do was float in shock as the icy water seeped deep into his bones. Then, slowly, he realized he was alone. The crew had fallen on the other side of the ship, so none of the other sirens had noticed him. If he swam fast enough, he could escape.

3:07 PM

@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

As the ship set aflame, Attina watched safely from her cave, enjoying the sight, the screams and crying of pain, but her mind kept lingering if that human with blonde hair had survived. What if he did? And he tried to kidnap Attina.. or tell his friends back on the main land that she existed? So many possibilities running through the sirens head that she glanced away , shaking her head trying to wave those thoughts away. It would take a miracle to survive such a horrific situation. As the wailing and screaming slowly came to a stop, and the fire dying out, Attina would look back seeing the ship gone. She’d smirk and went back into the waters swimming to the sight making sure there was no man left behind in that incident. She’d circle around and then pop her head up from the water, her piercing green eyes glaring daggers in the vast sea, something told her that the human had survived.. if he wasn’t affected by her trance than all was possible for this human she thought… Just before she was about to call it quits she’d notice in the distance a yellowish color, as she slowly swam to get a good look, her eyes widen. It was that damn human! Attina would dive under the water and began to swim over to him, quickly as she’d approach she’d once more popped her head out of the water, a small splashing sound heard as she was 3 ft away from the human, analyzing his face getting a good look at him, her brows furrowed, a questioning expression on her face like she was dying to ask how @very merry manticore

Once the cold had gotten bearable enough for him to move, all of Callum's thoughts turned to finding something, anything, that would get him out of the bone-chilling cold. He swam with all his might, keeping his head above water as much as he could, both to keep a clear line of sight, and to avoid any potential glimpses of any creatures moving under the surface. If he happened to catch the eye of a single siren, he'd be done for. The deathly cold seeped in quick, and by the time he glanced a small cave a bit of a distance away from where he swam, he was shivering hard enough that kicking his feet to stay afloat was becoming increasingly difficult. Slowly, taking the deep breaths, he turned himself around to begin swimming for the cave—and found himself staring at a face. For a few seconds he could do nothing but stare, frozen in cold and not terror, he wasn't afraid. But then his brain jerked to life and he recoiled with a flailing splash, kicking a few feet away from the siren floating in front of him. No. Not 'the' siren. Despite his pounding heart and the numbness spreading in his limbs, Callum was transfixed. She was luminous in the dreary daylight, skin glittering in the water. She watched him, silently, with an expression of interest and... question. And he stared back. Silent. Shivering. The seconds ticked by, long and agonising. Then, carefully, Callum slowly lifted his hands out of the water and above his head in a peace-making gesture. "I-I mean y-you no harm." His teeth chattered hard against his mouth as he spoke. He wasn't even sure if she spoke, or understood him at all. "I j-just—I just want to get—t-to land." He pointed, at the cave behind her. He caught sight of his fingers then; they were deathly pale, and the tips were the faintest shade of blue. "Please, j-just..." he whispered. And then, trepidation finally seeping into his voice as he realized his situation: "... I don't want to drown." @𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂

Attina analyzed the human from head to toe, going under water to see how in god mind he was keeping himself a float, it was all so fascinating to see the human trudge in the water like that to keep him up. As she poke her head out the water, she’d stare at him as he’d stare back, her eyes never leaving his seconds passed as the human would raise his hands slowly in fear, coldness and defeat as he began to speak threw his chattering teeth , and how he wanted to get to land.. and to be warm, not to drown as Attina would look behind to the cave and then him as he finally realized the position he was in. The siren was fascinating by this human.. the way he survived and had the guts to speak to her, made her respect? Him. The siren would swim over and grab the human by their waist and swam them over to the cave as they got into the cave shed help him out of the water and got out herself, her tail turning to human legs as she stood at about 5’6. She’d gather dry sticks from around the cave and piled them nearby the human and set the ablaze motioning the human to hold his hands nearby to feel the warmth Attina would then go deeper into the cave and gather some clothes she has taken from the land and placed it nearby him, a variety of jackets, shirts and pants for men and women, she stole them to blend into the human society. She’d then walk back to the other side and sat down, looking at Callum, as she finally spoke “Warm..?” her voice quiet and smooth like honey and captivating, as she looked up at him with a wryly expression @very merry manticore

Callum stared, heart pounding in his chest as Attina circled him with that same intense, unreadable look. His breath caught in his chest as she dove under the surface for a few seconds, and then resurfaced. What was she doing, analysing him like that? Did she register his words at all? His scrambled thoughts were cut abruptly short, and Callum let out a sound that was a mix between a yelp and a gasp as the siren’s arms suddenly snaked around his waist. He flailed instinctively as she began to move, heart sinking at the thought of being dragged to his death, held down as his lungs screamed for air and the freezing cold gave way to endless dark. She did not dive. She simply swam, her arms wrapped around him in a firm hold that felt much stronger than the woman it belonged to looked. She moved so quickly that the speed nearly gave him whiplash, and the water splashing in his face hindered his breathing about as much as drowning would. So Callum held his breath and waited. Waited for his fate to be sealed, or for whatever great nothing lay beyond to spare him, just this once. He was so caught up that he didn’t notice when the jets of water stopped, and the movement slowed. It was only when his feet brushed against hard, solid stone that he looked up, and realised that Attina had brought him to the cave, just like he’d asked.

10:44 PM

She dropped his shivering form to the ground and moved out of the water, her tail catching the light and shimmering brightly—in a flash the scales were replaced with skin, and long legs carried her onto the land. Callum pushed himself up slowly, trying to slow his breathing and warm himself up. He laid there for a while, too cold to think about anything else, until a soft crackle had his head snapping up in a flash. Attina had made a fire, and was gesturing toward the flames with a pointed expression. Almost dumbly, Callum stood, shuffling toward the warmth with comprehension slowly hitting home in his mind. “You understood me,” he said softly, staring at her curiously. She turned voicelessly to reach for something deeper in the cave. Now Callum noticed the small pile of clothes placed in a dark corner, among other things he couldn’t make out through his mottled glasses. He pulled them off of his face, blinking at them. One lens was cracked. It was a miracle they’d stayed on his head at all, through all the chaos.

10:47 PM

Something nudged at him, and he look up. Attina was standing in front of him, and… she was giving him clothes? He stared at up at her in wonder, arms reaching slowly up to accept them. She turned around again, and Callum couldn’t help but clear his throat. “Um. Thank you.” He turned his focus to wiping his glasses against the shirt in his hands. When he placed them back on, he found her sitting across from him. She wore a long, flowing skirt, and her eyes seemed to bore into him, they were so intense. Then, finally, she spoke. It was a single word, but her velvety-smooth voice and questioning eyes were more than enough to let some of the tension leave him, if only a little. She did understand him, and they could actually communicate. “… Yes, I am warm. Warmer, at least.” he said, hesitating. He wouldn’t truly warm up without putting on new clothes. So he stood, slowly, still mostly wary of the woman staring at him from across the small space. Stepping further into the cave, he took off his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head. The cool air his against his bare skin, and he shivered, and put the dry shirt on quickly. He glanced at the trousers, up at Attina, and then tucked them under his arm, retreating back to his seat. He wasn’t exactly inclined toward undressing completely in front of any woman, siren or otherwise. “Thank you, again. I.. I wasn’t sure you could understand me.” he paused. “Um. Why… why did you save me? Not that I’m not grateful, but the stories don’t exactly paint you in a merciful light.” He stopped again. He needed to stop rambling before he got himself in trouble. He’d barely made it out of the sea, and now he was attempting small talk with the woman in whose hands his life had been placed merely minutes before.

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@𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓫𝔂 unpinged omlll

Attina stood by the fire, her gaze fixed on Callum. She nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yes, I understood you," she finally spoke, her voice soft and melodic. Callum's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he approached the warmth of the fire. "But... how? I thought sirens can't understand human language," he remarked, his voice filled with both awe and relief As Attina handed him a dry blanket from the cave, she replied, "We sirens possess the ability to comprehend different languages. It is a gift bestowed upon us, a bridge between our world and yours." She gestured towards the pile of clothes. "I gathered those for you. They should provide some warmth." Callum gratefully accepted the blanket, wrapping it tightly around his trembling form. He then glanced at his broken glasses, realizing their fragility had miraculously spared him so far . "How did you bring me here? I expected to drown, but you..." his voice trailed off, unable to fully express his astonishment. A gentle smile graced Attina's face as she explained, "I brought you here using my swimming abilities. We sirens are much stronger and swifter than we appear. I wanted to ensure your safety, not your demise." Callum's eyes widened as he absorbed her words, his gratitude for her actions "Thank you,. You saved me." He paused for a moment, his voice filled with curiosity. "But why? Why did you choose to help me?" Attina's expression turned introspective, her gaze drifting to the flickering flames. "Many believe that sirens are malevolent creatures, luring sailors to their doom. But we are more than the stories suggest," she began, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness. "I wanted to show you that not all sirens conform to the tales. We can choose compassion over cruelty, it’s usually cruelty that humans choose upon us..” @very merry manticore