Siren of the Cove [Inkidu & Lexandra]
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				Title: <strong>Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:15:30</strong>
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				Pericles hands slipped slick with storming rainwater. He redoubled his efforts to get the mainsail down before the mast snapped and took some more of the trireme with it. Thunder clapped and waves crashed down as Poseidon and Zeus worked in concert the mortals floundering below their sport. Men prayed under their breath and some promised the gods of Olympus sacrifices for immunity but it was to no avail. A large wave rolled under and pitched the galley and a second smashed into the side. The ship planed on the edge of capsizing and it slammed back down on the waves to keep sailing. The prayers grew louder. <br><br>Pericles' hands burned despite the wet rope as it moved through his grasp. Such a storm was rarely witnessed he knew. The gods were often calm; sadly this was not the case this day. A second wave smashed the mast snapping it free with a peculiar thunder-crack all its own and the long stout pole was flung free of the ship, by blessing or by sadistic fun of immortal being, Pericles did not know. <br><br>It was Zeus who eventually did the brave merchant crew the greatest of blows. A white-hot fork of his thrown bolt smashed into the ship lighting barrels of oil afire and splintering wood. Pericles was thrown overboard. The fate of his ship and himself all but sealed with the Fates' devious cut. Inky blackness of Hades' embrace enveloped him cold and unquiet as it was. The young mercenary guard wouldn't know his own fate lied not with Poseidon but with one of his daughters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 10:50:22</strong>
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				Father was angry today, or so it seemed as the sea tossed and turned with enough violence that even she could feel it far below the surface, which was somewhat unusual as the surface turbulence usually did not affect far below the separation between water and sky. Perhaps father wasn't so much angry as having a competition with the thunder god, for even mortals knew the Olympians did enjoy their petty challenges to one another. Zeus probably flounced about his opinion of being superior to all in power and influence, such a storm could definitely be the result of such a clashing of powerful, and prideful, beings.<br><br>Or maybe they were just having fun together, it wasn't as if Poseidon and Zeus were particularly full of sibling rivalry. In any case, it didn't matter so much as cause a point of amusement for the comparatively young being currently navigating the turbulent waters. Contemplating the motivations of any of the gods, especially her father, always ended in a moot point anyway, as no one but they truly had a chance of understanding them.<br><br>Plus, father's bad moods, or whatever was going on at the moment, never really affected her much. Except that storms like this tended to stir up the greatest treasures. Weather unburying them or dropping them from sunken or destroyed ships. Human treasures were the best, they had so many shiny things, strange things that were fun to collect and hoard. She had a goodly amount but there was always room for more; her cove was large and she made certain no one got close enough to intrude upon her spot.<br><br>Really, her territory was small compared to some of her siblings' or Poseidon's pets', but she defended it, and her collection, with everything she had. <br><br>There was a ship ahead, and it was about to go down. It was her hope that it would have something new to collect, though something she already had was ok too she supposed. Kicking her legs and propelling herself forward just as she saw the whole thing burst into flames as a bolt of lightning hit it. Well, there went her hope of finding anything good to collect. The whole thing was in too many burning pieces, and the surface of the water, in areas were the oil had spilled and floated, was aflame as well, which became an orangy-yellow glow when looking up from below. It was an effect she wished were collectible, for something so interesting and beautiful would be perfect in her collection.<br><br>The shape that sort of drifted/fell towards the ocean floor caught her attention as it blocked her view of the flames for a moment. Curiously, she darted after it, hoping for something good but coming up with a human. Not dead yet, but close. First time one had been alive after a wreck, maybe if she brought him back to the surface he would survive. And if she dried him out, in the sunlight in the morning, maybe he would be worth keeping.<br><br>Making up her mind in an instant, she grabbed the human under the arm and towed him to the surface, away from the gorgeous light of the flames, breaking the surface and keeping his head above the waves. It took a little over an hour, a slow, torturous hour for one used to moving swiftly, to drag the soggy mortal into her cove and drag him well above the high-tide mark. Spreading his limbs so that he would dry once the rain stopped and the sky cleared, the mermaid returned to the water to see if she could salvage anything else from the wreck. Most likely the human would not wake up for another few hours, long after she had returned...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 00:15:29</strong>
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				Pericles stretched a spluttered as air hit his lips. He regurgitated inhaled water but was too dazed to remain in the waking world. The cold was there still but it lacked the icy curl of Hades' cold hand. In fact he felt only a chill. He woke with a start and found no one around. The first thing that he noticed was that he wasn't in water. Wet still but not drowning. Taking to his feet Pericles removed his soaking wet clothes. The storm that had stranded him here was gone now. The gray day seemed a mockery of Zeus to his brother. <br><br>Stretching again he looked around. The cove was quiet naturally cave like but had several naturally hidden alcoves. They were tricky on his eyes at first but he soon realized that they fooled his eyes. A clever trick of Gaia he concluded and set about exploring the inlet further. He spied an alcove that looked like a bedchamber. It had all manner of fine cloth and couch but they had all looked wet at one point and ruined to the average person but to Pericles they looked very soft and well cared for indeed. <br><br>Aching and tired from his ordeal Pericles felt his eyes clothes. The water-tarnished silks did look good and he was cold. He wrapped himself up in the thickest he could find and slept on a low bed. Ignorant and happy of the cruel world he'd just departed. Ignorant of the treasure that lay in other rooms of this natural fortress. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 10:45:37</strong>
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				The young mermaid returned to her cove much later than she had anticipated. Looking for collectible debris did tend to make her loose track of time, especially if something good had been found. It tended to make her think she would find more good or interesting things. This time she'd found some of the soft cloth humans were so fond of, not much, but some scraps, and a few shiny things, though they were small. Still, much better than nothing.<br><br>She had almost forgotten the human she had found, until she returned to her cove and saw a pile of the cloth he had been wearing lying where he should have been. There was almost no way out of her space except by water, unless he was feeling ambitious and decided to climb the rocks that created such a private place. With the gray day, which was sad because she wanted the sun to dry out the soft things she had found, he probably hadn't gone far. Of all the squishy, cushiony things she had found over the years, only a small portion had survived removal from the water. If the sun was not out and hot all day, the larger items wouldn't dry and soon became moldy and had to be disposed of. There was no room in her collection for something decomposing.<br><br>Quickly, she gathered up the rest of the cloth and took it into the place where she left the squishy things, giggling as she saw her human asleep on the large couch she had found a few years ago. He must have gotten cold, she did not have such worries unless it was completely unseasonable weather. First she set about putting her newest treasures away: laying out the cloth and moving into the chamber that she kept her shiny things in, they were mostly little metal bits and pieces. Then, she moved to sit next to her new, and most interesting acquisition, carefully running her fingers through his hair to get rid of any tangles that may have developed. In the muddy light it was difficult to get a good look at him, but she took this time to really study the mortal.<br><br>She herself might be difficult to make out, her coloring was a mixture of darks and lights: long-ish dark hair, pale skin, with patches of scales gray and black in places on her body. With the way her damp hair clung to her equally damp skin, she posed quite an image of contrast, but with how gray the day was, she might almost disappear among the rocks and sand that made up her cove. It was very good camouflage for swimming about the ocean as well. Her eyes, though, contrasted sharply as violet in color, deep yet vibrant in color.<br><br>Humming softly to herself, she continued to dote on the mortal that she had collected, busying about tucking more cloth about him or sorting out his hair again, making sure he was comfortable. One thing she had learned in her years upon years of collecting was that if you did not take care of what you had, it would never last or stay as nice as it was when she first found it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 19:06:03</strong>
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				Pericles had always been proud of himself. He considered himself strong and handsome in the seaman's way. He wasn't exactly tall, and a little stocky but it suited him. He had pounds of hard lean muscle, well-developed from working with blades and on the decks of ships. He had sun-darkened skin, and almost bleach-blond hair with few retreating bits of black in the lower areas. His eyes were dark green like olives and his hands were big and rough from salt crusted ropes. <br><br>After his ordeal and the exhaustion he felt as weak as a puppy. Acute sounds made him once again aware of his surroundings and he gently sat up feeling sore, like he wouldn't walk for weeks but only because he was disinclined to do it. Groaning he looked around. Then he saw it. at first he didn't believe his eyes. It was just an odd bit of cave rock. Gray and black, eerily shimmering but then he swore he saw it move. Suddenly two big purple eyes were looking at him. <br><br>Pericles realized it was a woman. The general shape of her body was blended with the rock but he saw enough to know she wasn't exactly human. "Hello?" He said unsure. If she had planned to eat him he doubted he'd be awake. "Wh-- who are you?" the former sailor said catching himself on his almost-rude greeting. If she was otherworldly she was a daughter of the immortal kin and he'd had enough of divine malice thrown his way for the day. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 09:46:10</strong>
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				He was a beautiful human, she decided upon closer examination, his hair was bright, he was well muscled and obviously healthy but for his near death experience. It was clear he spent quite a bit of time under Apollo's light, for his skin almost glowed as it was clearly sun-kissed. And his eyes were such a dark, interesting green, there was probably not another like him. He was good to have.<br><br>Oh! His eyes were open. Moving swiftly back, on the off chance he would have a violent reaction to her touching him, the young sea creature studied his sore, tired movements and pained sounds. Definitely she would have to care for him until he was in top shape, the storm had done more to him than she had initially thought. It took a moment, a rather amusing one for her, for the man to notice her. And then he stared until she moved just a bit, to let him know she was real but hopefully not startle him. Some sea creatures, she knew, were not as gentle and kind as she, and it would not do at all for him to take her as a threat.<br><br>He seemed to be sizing her up, her petite, almost delicate features coming to light the longer he stared. Slender, swim-toned body, with somewhat small but pert breasts, long legs and mild curves. She did not look particularly threatening, or strong for that matter. Though she had managed to tow him all the way from his wreck into the cove, not to mention bring the couch all the way onto the land, while water logged, among other things he had yet to see.<br><br>Giggling again, she seemed to understand his hesitation, and his original question "Hello" she returned his greeting, tilting her head to the side and crinkling her eyes up as she smiled, not showing her teeth as some took that to be a sign of aggression. Maybe. Maybe that was some other land dwelling creature, she forgot. <br><br>"I am one of Poseidon's many, many children. Though not particularly favored or closely related, I am not a demi-god, if that is what you are worried about" she giggled again at the thought of being so powerful and feared. It did not seem like it would be pleasant. Collecting things was fun, and it contented her to do so. "Also I'm not like some of my sisters who like to cause shipwrecks, if that is what you are thinking."<br><br>"I am Iola, you may call me 'La' if it is easier. I do not mind either way, particularly" as she spoke she moved closer to him, somewhat cautiously, not wanting to frighten him. "I found you in the water, you were falling towards the bottom with the remains of your ship. That which was not on fire, anyway. Do you remember? I brought you back to the surface and then here, so you would not die. What am I to call you?" she stopped moving once she was just a few steps in front of him, clearly she wanted to come closer, but could not tell if he still felt threatened or not. Sometimes mortals reacted badly to feelings of danger, and she had no plans to be on the end of that, even though she wanted to touch him again, play with his golden hair...
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 02:34:38</strong>
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				"Um, my name is Pericles." He said stretching his aching shoulder and appraising the mermaid in a better light. "Thank you is in order I suppose. So thank you, Iola." The sailor was unsure of how to handle the encounter but she seemed to be every nonthreatening. There was still something in her eyes as she looked at him something he couldn't place. It didn't put him off it was innocuous enough a look but it was unusual. Pericles reminded himself that she was unusual. He couldn't help but find himself immediately attracted to her. She was the sea, and he'd always loved the sea. Well daughter of the ocean," He said feeling chill from the air but calm in her company, "I'm cold and tired, hungry, cold and quite helpless." He admitted through a slight shiver, "Is there any way I might repay you for any hospitality and for my life, of course?" <br><br>His eyes stayed on her violet ones but occasional glances at her beautiful nude form were enough to make any man appreciative of the view. Pericles new that otherfolk had powers and strengths that lie in their nature but she --Iola-- hadn't given any hint of hostility and he was not well enough to try and venture from this place. The cold could very well take him to Hades still. Elysium was to much to hope for he supposed only being a sailor and occasional mercenary was hardly heroic. <br><br>Pericles shook the morbid thoughts from his mind. He wasn't dead yet. He was a seaman and a fighter. He wouldn't go to Hades' gates quietly and if this mermaid was willing to be gracious still he saw no harm in having her care for him. He would find some way of repaying the beautiful Iola. The temperature quickly cooled his lust. Now was not the time and she'd not shown much interest other than good will. Pericles decided to put his mind in the right state and just work on being helpful. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 12:23:46</strong>
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				"You are welcome, Pericles" Iola smiled again, though she studied his pained movements of his shoulder with a bit of concern. It would not do for him to be damaged, but perhaps it was the sort that would heal given time. He was mortal and alive after all, not like the other things she collected. This would be good, she was sure. Besides which, he was polite, and that was always a good thing.<br><br>"I expected the day to be bright after such a storm, but it appears to be lingering in gray, which makes it chill for you I am sure" Iola obviously did not feel the cold, an obvious upside to her parentage. "You will stay here and I will take care of you. I can find food for you now, cover up and stay warm" As she spoke, the mermaid took some of the silks and cloth she had collected over the years and added it to that which he had been covering himself with, wrapping him in them in an attempt to help him warm up. Iola had very little experience with mortals, but hoped that extra coverings would help. <br><br>"Stay here and warm and rest, Pericles" Iola couldn't help but run her fingers in his hair again. It was so soft and such a pretty color, "I will return shortly with sustenance" humming happily and pushing him a little so that he lay down once more, her strength clearly belaying her small stature if he tried to resist her fairly gentle repositioning. Smiling again, and watching for a moment to make sure he remained resting on the couch, Iola slipped back into the water and quickly disappeared.<br><br>____<br><br>Not half an hour later, Iola returned with the only form of food that made sense to her: fish. She was not so close to being a god that she could go without eating, and, to be fair, she did take the time to locate and hunt down one variety that she thought was most delicious and thus would be best for her mortal. Emerging once more from the sea, Iola made her way back into the chamber in which she had left Pericles, fish in hand. It was wriggling slightly, obviously not yet dead but suffocating, though the grip she had on it was so tight it could barely make the struggle and would have soon died from the trauma alone. A quick motion with her other hand and she put the poor thing out of it's misery. Her motion too fast for human eyes to follow.<br><br>"Pericles?" she called out softly, looking to see if he was where she had left him, fully expecting him to be...
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 20:24:42</strong>
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				It was hard for Pericles to sit around and just do nothing with the daylight hours of Apollo's ride. He tried to huddle down in the warm cloths the mermaid Iola had provided but it was to no avail. His chill was a damp that had only one cure, fire. So he rose and sought driftwood dry enough to call forth what had once been the gods' most sacred of treasures. Prometheus' gift to mortal man was soon blazing in a little alcove off the silk room as he called it. It was the only area where the smoke would drift up and out a small hole in the ceiling. <br><br>Stripping from the remained of his damp clothes he tried his best to dry them near the fire. He didn't sit naked but with a sheet wrapped around him as he kept himself warm. He was already feeling much better. His bronze skin shown glimmering in the firelight and his body bore faded thick lines of scars from a life at sea. He absentmindedly turned the fire over with a stick waiting for the ocean's daughter to return.<br><br>"I'm here." He called out, the little alcove was hidden away and somewhat neglected but that's what made it perfect. It wouldn't tarnish any of the mermaid's things where it was. He even ringed it was large, smooth rocks he'd found doing nothing important. The mermaid may not get cold but he'd certainly die of the chills if he hadn't had a fire. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 10:52:36</strong>
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				Her human was most definitely not where she left him. This surprised Iola, as she had not thought at all that he would move or try to leave, the idea never occurred to her for even an instant. Confused, she called out a second time before she heard his response, sighing in relief rather than growing angry. Unlike many of her relatives, she was not particularly quick to upset or anger. She had collected a mortal, a living being, it made sense that something like that would move around. Just as long as he did not attempt to leave her, or damage her collection, he ran little risk of stirring up her more volatile emotions.<br><br>Venturing into the side alcove he had found, drawn by his voice and the unfamiliar smell and crackling sound, it took but a moment for Iola to locate the mortal. He was sitting very close to a fire, something she had never managed to bring back to her cove. "Where did you get that?" she asked softly, her eyes wide as she scooted, a little cautiously, closer to the blaze. It was so pretty, almost as pretty as looking at the fire from under the water had been the night before. It wasn't as if she was not aware that mortals could make fire, because it was obvious they could. Father still groused about it sometimes. She did not have that knowledge and it had never crossed her mind that he might need a fire to stay warm, let alone could make one. And it wasn't as if she could actually collect fire. But if her human could make it, then she could have it sometimes, and that was great news for her.<br><br>"Oh! Pericles, I brought a fish, so you will not be hungry now." she held out the fish, her grip now gentle now that it was no longer alive and squirming. It was then that she took notice of his new condition. Much drier, and less dressed, though wrapped in some cloth, though she could see him better. He was pretty as well. This last find of hers was great, so many pretty things had come out of it...
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 23:06:53</strong>
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				"That's good." Pericles said looking at the fish. "Wait a moment..." He quickly fashioned some spits to roast the seafood on; passing the time by telling her about how he made the fire. "I found my bag. It had my knife and flint." He produced each item and replaced the flint. "There's plenty of dry driftwood so I made a fire." He used the knife to quickly clean and gut the fish before putting them on spits and then over the coals. It took about ten minutes he was hungry and the end results weren't the most beautiful but the heavenly smell of roasting fish on sea charcoal was wafting their way. <br><br>"So, Iola, what do you do in your waters?" Pericles didn't know, she probably claimed a nice bit of the land that came with the cove most certainly the water. He'd seen some of her other treasures but he wasn't keen on taking them. He doubted he could escape burdened with gold. The current into the cove was strong and though he could make it at his peak he wasn't about to try it yet. He did have other places to be. Spending his life with a mermaid wasn't high on the agenda. <br><br>"What would you like to do until the food cooks?" He said. The young sailor was a little bored now that all his immediate dangers were done with. The less-obvious threat the mermaid Iola posed to him didn't even register. He felt obligation but the petite water-woman wasn't as overt a threat as he was accustomed to seeing.
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 11:25:13</strong>
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				Iola tilted her head to the side in amusement as Pericles busied himself about building something over the fire, listening somewhat avidly to his explanation of how he had gotten the fire. It seemed a rather simple process, and the mermaid was contemplating trying it herself sometime. Though at the moment there was no need, perhaps some other time would be good. Iola understood that humans liked to prepare their food over fire, but still found it odd that he was doing so with the fish. She always ate them raw, as was her nature, but she figured it was something she would have to put up with while having a human.<br><br>Besides which, it gave off a very interesting, and appealing, odor when placed above the fire.<br><br>"Hmm? It is all Poseidon's waters, not mine. Though I guess this is my territory, it only remains as such on Father's whim." she giggled good naturedly, "I find things and collect them. Most of the others do not mind, they are more interested in other things like causing shipwrecks or luring salors to their deaths or playing near human civilizations or.. well, whatever they do. I like finding pretty things and keeping them" And it was clear that she found many different and odd things pretty. Besides the gold and silver coins she had in her collection, there were a large multitude of nails from ships as well, and other loose metal bits, gemstones and brightly colored cloth, any wood carvings or little bits of broken pottery, whole pottery too. Pretty much anything that did not come strictly from the ocean and looked interesting to her she collected. Even pieces of ships, if they were strange enough. There were some odd bits of coral, but they were either very colorful, or had grown in a very strange way. And each different sort of item was sorted into its own area, just like the alcove with all the different cloth and squishy things, there were areas for all her shiny objects, and then in those areas there was a spot for the gold coins, and a spot for the nails, and so on and so forth.<br><br>"I do not cook food, I do not know what would be appropriate to do while it is cooking" she seemed a bit confused by his question, looking from the fish to him and back again. Iola was far from bored, she found Pericles endlessly entertaining....
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 20:11:51</strong>
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				"Well, good Iola, we don't have to do anything." Pericles observed as he gave the fish he'd cooked a flip on the fire. If she liked hers raw she could have it just so. "I am however in your home, taking your hospitality, and that means I'm very much at your disposal. The idea that he was one of her shiny things didn't even register. He'd seen some of her collection. Some of it was trash but he supposed he could see the value a mermaid would have for them. "Honestly there isn't much to do while fish cooks it doesn't take overly long to prepare." Already the flesh on the fishes was cracking and hissing with oil. The savory aroma of meat wafted all around the sailor. <br><br>"I simply hoped to engage you in conversation. I don't intend to stay here forever but I wouldn't want to see the ungracious guest." Oblivious to the nature of mermaids he went on, "I suppose you'll continue to collect things..." He muttered flipping the fish again. "What is the most favored of your possessions, if I might ask?" With his needs met or nearly so a less basic need than food or shelter clawed is mind with its hot talons. The mermaid was beautiful, pale like the moon and with such big eyes. Still such thoughts were not very gracious. <br><br>He pulled the first spit from the fire and waved the fish waiting for it to cool before biting it. "I would be more than happy to share some if you would like to try it cooked. It's quite good." Pericles offered. She would have to wait for it to cool as well. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 10:48:58</strong>
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				"hmm... I find watching you cook the fish is very interesting. I have not seen a human going about such tasks before. Just sailing or dead after a storm or one of my siblings or Father's pets get to him. Or her I guess, I don't really pay attention once they are no longer alive. Or while they are sailing either."<br><br>"The fire makes the fish have a very interesting smell, though the smell from just the fire is interesting too. I like the color the best though, it is very bright and changes alot."<br><br>As he mentioned not staying forever, she tilted her head to the side and focused on him again, feeling somewhat alarmed that he thought he would be leaving. "I found you, and I take care of what I find. You are not a guest, Pericles" Perhaps it was a difficult concept for him to grasp, but the rule she lived by was 'finder's keepers', and she had found this mortal, not one of her siblings or her father or any sea creatures, or even other humans.<br><br>"I like everything I find, it is all important to me, that's why I keep it. If it weren't important I would put it back where I found it. Except if it goes bad, I take it back then too. It took a long time to get a couch to dry out before it got moldy and began to rot..." Iola was watching the mortal closely, for signs of rebellion or violence. While she was good natured and easy to please, she was not stupid or naive enough to assume he would take it well that she intended to keep him. Not after he had voiced a desire to leave.<br><br>"I would not mind trying just a little of it, but I ate recently so I do not have to eat much."
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				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 00:17:24</strong>
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				"Oh that's very kind of you but..." Pericles paused, Iola's next statement made him leery. "I'm not sure I understand?" He knew the mermaid was strong. He could see it, he'd felt it before. He might have trouble if he had to somehow beat her to get out of the cove. He wanted to leave. "I'm sorry but I'm not a thing, I'm a person. I have a life of my own. I'm not just something you can claim." The fish lay forgotten right now. One or two bites was all he had. The sailor turned on her, "You cannot possibly think you can keep me here!" <br><br>His outrage was growing understandably even though he'd not broken into yelling or raving. "I'm a person!" He repeated in outrage. "Y-- You can't have everything I want&nbsp; and certainly everything I need. "I think it's best if I leave now." He said standing up and wrapping the sheet completely around his waist. He began to walk for his clothes. Taking a risks in the open ocean didn't seem so bad anymore. "Thank you for your hospitality and kindness..." He said in terse passing while he walked. <br><br>His mind was aflame with thoughts and indignation. He wasn't something shiny she had just taken a fancy too. No mortals were the unfortunate playthings of gods and goddesses but he'd be damned to the lowest caverns of Hades before he became some curio for a mermaid to enjoy and dote over. Pericles was a proud sailor. It was best he left before she displayed more of her otherworldly powers... if she had any. <br><br>He'd heard of sirens and their hellish calls to doom. He knew... or at least he thought he knew. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 05:24:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I had not found you, you would be dead. The ocean current was pulling you down, there would have been no way for you to survive. If I had not 'claimed' you, you would not even be here to get upset with me" Iola, for her part, stayed very calm, and simply followed after him as he began moving for his clothes. It was funny, to her anyway, that he had so protectively wrapped himself in the cloth.<br><br>"I know you are a person, and I know that I can provide what you need. I told you I take care of what is mine. You may leave now, I suppose, if you like. But you and I both know you are in no condition to survive long. The day has been cold, we are approaching winter months, and the gray sky means there may be a second storm tonight. While the temperature of the water does not bother me, but I am sure it is far too cold for you. Especially because you are injured and have not eaten much of what I brought you."<br><br>Iola would try to reason with him, give him a chance to see that she was right. Violence was not really in her nature, but she was capable of it if it needed to come to that. Besides which, she had nothing to really confine him to her cove at this time. And Iola would very much want him to stay without needing to force him into it, but that did not seem to be the case in this situation. It was somewhat upsetting that he did not want to stay with her, Pericles was very entertaining, which made him more valuable than he had been at first, just because he looked nice. The mermaid was beginning to find more things about him that she liked.<br><br>"I will make you a deal, Pericles: You may leave now, by way of the ocean, taking only what you arrived with. You have one day to make it to land or be found by someone without dieing. I will follow, if you fall under and need rescuing once more, or the day passes and you have not found land or been found, I will bring you back here, and you will stay with me." While she was not particularly vindictive or angry, Iola did not feel the need to inform her mortal that she was a days swim from the nearest land, and she swum far faster than any healthy human could&nbsp; hope for. The current and tide would be against him and take him in the wrong direction if he let it, and the threat of a coming storm coupled with the horrible one from the previous night meant there would most likely be no one sailing anywhere in the vicinity of her humble cove. The odds were very much against him...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 22:33:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite his fuming and anger at being a thing rationale had not left the mortal man. Pericles narrowed his eyes and looked around. He sighed. Tried to bring himself back to his former anger and failed. "I won't accept your deal... I'll stay." He said a little crestfallen. As a sailor and a bit of a gambler Pericles knew when the odds were stacked out of his favor. She would most likely win her bet or she wouldn't have proposed it. It was a very mean spirited thing to do to a man but he couldn't get angry over what the Fates had dealt him. Not yet. Also by not accepting her deal he wouldn't be honor bound to stay with her. When he was healthy and her gone one day he would be free. <br><br>Now he would just have to submit himself to a mermaid's whims. Pericles in a show of defeat dropped his clothes and went back to eat his food. He didn't savor what the daughter of the sea would do with him but he didn't know mermaids that well. "I suppose I am with you then." He said trying to play up his defeat.<br><br>The morbidly curious part of him wondered what she could offer him. Fish, gold, and a damp cave he thought ruefully. He ate lukewarm fish pensively. A fish-woman didn't make a warm bed. That was for sure. He was still too sourly tempered to see the beauty of the mermaid even though she aroused all the right desires and feelings in him. "What do you have to drink, Iola." He said with a frosty edge but he tried to keep most of the venom from his lips. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 05:54:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmm..." Iola hummed softly, tilting her head as he refused her deal. "I will have to watch you I think... unless you give me your word that you will not try to leave. But I do not believe you will just yet..." she mused, mostly to herself, her lips curled in a small smile. "But I will do what I can to make sure you are happy here. You will grow to like it I believe"<br><br>He was more observant than she had thought, Iola was pretty sure that he was worked up enough to take her deal without thinking much about it. Now she would have to be very careful with him until he accepted his new life. But, as any immortal creature, the mermaid was very patient. Her smile widened as he let his clothes go, she scooped them up and lay them back out where they would be able to dry when the sun came again.<br><br>"Hmm... I see that you are angry" she commented at his tone as she wandered into her cove, returning shortly with a porcelain bowl with fresh water in it. "I collect fresh water from the rains, I have a large amount of it. I like that it is different than my water, but I will gift it to you to insure your continued health" she made it sound like quite a sacrifice, and to her, it was. Anything she collected was precious to her. Handing him the bowl, the mermaid ran her fingers through his hair again, making a pleased sound. "I do know you will grow to like it with me, you simply do not see it now. But you will"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pericles was, in fact, a very observant person. One had to be to make his career on the seas. The great, vast mistress was much more subtle than her goers gave her credit. They only saw her most petulant and violent of tantrums and never paid mind to anything less. Not this sailor. It was hard for him to believe that he would enjoy any amount of time in the cove now that Iola had delivered her ultimatum. When she returned with the fresh water he didn't brook in it as much value as she. More correctly, the same style of value. Pericles valued it for it was lifeblood on the sea and without a weak wine or beer to be had anywhere it was his good option as any. <br><br>Besides, she'd best relinquish it lest her newest treasure wither and die. Mortals were not as fortunate and a whole host of wants, needs, and maladies afflicted them. Unlike the gods of Olympus the majority had to be relieved. After taking a few great gulps of the unsalted water Pericles cleared his throat. "Of course! I am infuriated!" The captive told the captor, "How would you feel if some mortals caught you in a net and kept you as a pretty aquatic trophy!" The question was purely rhetorical. Pericles didn't feel inclined to truly converse with her at the moment. <br><br>In his mind there was nothing Iola could say or do. His gratitude at her timely rescue had withered on the fire of resentment and the ideas she had for her captive. It was all in all a very bitter situation for him. Mostly though Pericles didn't know what he was to do. The other-folk were strong, fast, and mostly immortal. He couldn't overpower her, and he would need substantial time to swim beyond her ability to catch and retrieve him. It was a puzzle with its own morbid solutions.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 06:36:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iola knew that he would need the fresh water to live, it was one of the things most sea creatures understood about humans. For whatever reason, sea water did not sustain them, and, in fact, seemed to worsen their condition faster than no water at all. Though the mermaid thought it strange, she understood that it was something she could not change.<br><br>Humming softly still, she continued to combs her fingers through his hair, she seemed rather enamored by it, for which she was. It was such a gorgeous color and so soft, there was no way she could keep from touching it. "I suppose I would be somewhat upset. But I also know that Father would not allow it. The difference, though, is that they would be taking me, where as I saved you. That is a big difference, Peracles. It is because of me that you are even able to be angry. Would you rather I had left you below the surface and not taken you?"<br><br>"I will take very good care of you, you know. You do not believe me, but I will. If there is any item or comfort you require, I will find a way to provide it for you. I do not like it when you are upset."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 22:08:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He huffed. Pericles didn't make to move away from the touch. He'd never admit it but it was pleasant. He sat and listened to her talk about how she would care for him and he knew he didn't want to be drowned. Still another thing he wasn't ready to confess. Pericles was frustrated and upset and didn't enjoy his current situation. When she mentioned providing for him a more sinister thought provoked a rather seedy response. "I am a man, Iola and men do get lonely and in need of... women for beds. You understand this concept don't you?" It was a response meant to irk the mermaid and maker her leave him alone. <br><br>No woman slept with a man because he demanded it. They at least needed pay. Pericles waited in triumph, or supposed triumph. He decided to add to it, "I get bored too and I'm a sailor. We tend to be rough with our women and we like it kind of... messy. A delicate thing like yourself, Iola wouldn't want that. <br><br>The Grecian thought his victory over the enslaving mermaid was all but tangible. Pericles wasn't actually as amorous as he had portrayed. He had his desires and wants; he'd had his women. Still he was hardly voracious. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lexandria</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 03:57:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Iola smiled to herself as she began to suspect he liked her touch, otherwise, with the mood he as in, he would have attempted to push her away by now. This was undoubtedly a good sign. At this moment he had not really accepted his fate, but he surely was moving that way subconsciously. He was not really aware of it yet, though, if his response was anything to go by, not that she minded and decided to take it literally. The mermaid was rather unfazed by it all.<br><br>"I understand the needs of a human male, or I've heard of them anyway. I found the idea of fornication with a mortal interesting, many of the gods, including father, and others like me have enjoyed such acts. It makes me curious. Though I will admit I am not necessarily one who acts on curiosity alone." As she spoke she continued to play with his hair, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Often the mermaid would fondle those items she particularly liked, this situation was no different. Pericles was her new favorite.<br><br>"I will admit I do not know what you mean by rough, but I am rather strong and hardy. If you were to explain, perhaps, what you mean by 'rough and messy' I doubt I would find it disconcerting. I do enjoy learning new things, and I have made a vow to care for you and tend to your needs." she shrugged and awaited a response, curiosity tinting her tone. Unfortunately for the sailor, his words did not bother her at all, not nearly as it would have had she been mortal...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Siren of the Cove [Inkidu &amp; Lexandra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inkidu</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 01:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pericles hid his flinch well under a shiver. She was going for it. He would have to go with the half-bluff. He had hoped to put her off and maybe spend the rest of the evening alone; Iola it seemed was simply curious. The sailor explained in detail what he meant just to see if he could succeed with his bluff. <br><br>"I mean," Pericles began, "That we'll couple together in union forcefully. It will be rough and maybe painful at times." Though he doubted it would actually be painful, "Then messy means that you let me spill my seed in you, and on your whole body as much as I want." That definitely had to work. If not he'd probably back down and she would know he'd been misleading. That would put the mermaid at a better advantage for later. <br><br>"It's all very hot and vulgar and you just don't seem to type to let a man release on you. Much to fair for that." It was the conclusion of his bluff it was all on the otherfolk's perception of what he'd described. If Iola were smart she'd be using her body to tempt him. He found her very attractive... especially her rump. The lack of a fin there made it look very round and firm. Pericles had to work not to look away.
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