A Siren's Song {Arander & Nivea}
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				Title: <strong>A Siren's Song {Arander &amp; Nivea}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 03:58:15</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i208/brianh79/culzean.jpg)</div><br>A gathering of clouds out to see spoke of a building storm. Dark clouds and frequent illuminating lights from deep within were signs that the storm would be fierce upon the rocky shores of the small peninsula. Sticking miles out into the sea, yet still only three miles across at its widest point, the small, rocky peninsula was home to the Devlany Family. Though a noble family within the country, the family was known more for their merchant skills rather than royal birth. The greatest ships to sail the seas were made by shipwrights who were employed by the Devlany's. The money and goods these ships brought back from far off lands had grown the coffers of the family to such large amounts, that rumors suggested it rivaled even the wealth of the ruling family.<br><br>Along the beach, far down from the main castle, a lone figure walked along the shoreline. Hands clasped behind his back, trousers rolled up slightly to protect them from the salty sea, shirt slightly unbuttoned and whipping in the fierce wind, the lone figure seemed to amble along with no purpose, no destination in mind. He was Lord Victor, a younger son of the Devlany Family, who lived in a small guest house set down along the shoreline. For the time being, this was his home, a place to stay out of his father's and older brother's way. His desire to not enter the family business had earned him the displeasure of his family, and thus his voluntary banishment to the guest house situated below the main castle. <br><br><div align="center">(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i208/brianh79/jamie_bamber400.jpg)</div><br>Looking out over the ocean waves that crashed against the beach and the rocks further down, Victor watched the growing storm far out too sea. He knew it could easily sweep down upon him far more quickly than he could reach the safety of his home, yet he did not care. His own thoughts were as dark as the gathering storm clouds, angry thoughts of the mocking his family had given him for wanting desires that were not the same as them. He'd dared to question his place in the family, and had been beaten down for it. There was no place for his wild ideas according to his father, and time spent alone in the guest house was apparently punishment for words that had angered him. <br><br>Victor's head shook angrily as his steps led him further and further down the beach. Sea travel was fraught with danger, and yet for even suggesting new ways of traveling by land, his father had practically disowned him. Reaching the rocks that soared high above him where the sandy beach ended, Victor sat upon a fallen boulder that lay upon the beach. His eyes stared out to sea, his thoughts angry, scheming for ways to show up his family and prove to them that their ways were certainly not the only ones in the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song {Arander &amp; Nivea}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nivea</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 20:23:17</strong>
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				Who can deny the fey and otherworldly beauty of the sirens? In many ways, these women struck the people of the realms as enigmas, like iridescent goddesses snatched from the ethereal sea of dreams and weaved intricately into the fabrics of reality. There was mystique to their smile and power in their eyes, and their laughter was music and faerie song. Stunningly beautiful, awash in unsurpassed glamor, magic and melody—they are the sirens, daughters of the sea and sky, envy of so many other fair races.<br><br>In a mystic isle far beyond the reaches of man, on its luxuriant plans and verdant hills, beneath the seas and the lake, and around sunlit orchards and luminescent woods, the sirens make their homes. Beautiful and surreal are these realms, and perhaps chief among them is the Sirelvi-ra, the gleaming centerpiece of the Siren Isle. Some say that the sirens and the kingdom of Sirelvi-ra are but a myth and live only in bardic songs, yet there are many who can attest to the living legends whose reality far exceeds the tavern tales brought home by awestruck sailors and merchants.<br><br>For the City of the Sirens, small though it is, boasts masterworks of artistry and architecture that could reduce outsiders to tears of despairing envy— the result of centuries of occupation by some of the most beautiful creatures in all of the Realms.<br><br>Towers fashioned of crystal and opals leap to the skies, resembling graceful swans frozen in flight against the clouds. Magical lamps line the broad lanes and illumine the grand pavilions, homes and shops. Here, the sirensi play, work, dream, scheme — and occasionally, love. Here, the sirens sing and dance to the moonrise, basking in the grace and blessing of their divine parents.<br><br>Fey and splendid though they are, the sirens are feared because of the rumors that they drowned and seduced men to their demise.<br><br>Here, in the peninsula that was home to Devlany family, there are many human dreamers who remember the night-told stories that delighted them as children: the whispered tales of the sirens and their wonderful gleaming city. Here, where stone, sea and sky meet, where music and magic freely roam and stir about, a young siren maiden flits through a dimension of fates, of dreams—and of nightmares.<br><br>Her name is Ma'alvia, the seventeenth daughter of the Siren Queen, Okanis.<br><br>If asked, many of her siren sisters will say tha Ma'alvia is quick to draw eyes to her beauty: elusive as song, fey as twilight, surreal as a passing dream. Thick lashes frame the violet eyes that regard anyone with intelligence and without fear. Her satin skin shines proudly alabaster, with iridescent scale patterns intertwining down her arms to the back of her hands, and from her thighs down to her ankles. But most arresting is her hair of spun silver that fall in wavy locks below her waist, shimmering about her slender form like captured moonlight.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.upload.ee/image/78369/MISS_MOSH.jpg)</div><br>Ma'alvia is very young by the siren standards, but she had recently came of age. She could now be best described as fertile, with strong, graceful legs, full hips and a waist that is proportional, not too thin. Her breasts were also lush and round, and the girl could no longer deny the fact that she was indeed turning into a woman. The transition to adulthood was a bizarre experience for all sirens, for they all would feel a greater need than the need to eat - it was the need to copulate with males. The sirens neither eat nor drink or have any of the bodily processes brought on by food, but they strongly need to engage in sexual intercourse to sustain their lives. Hunger and thirst are felt only when they have not swam in the seas for an extended amount of time.<br><br>This had never been real to Ma'alvia until now. She felt this need strongly, and for days and nights, she had tried to lure men to her with her siren song to no avail.<br><br>But something beautiful caught her eyes. <br><br>It was a human male, fair and handsome, looking out over the ocean waves. This one looked young and forlorn, staring out at the horizon as if he were planning to traverse the seas. Curiously, silently, the siren swam closer towards the man, hoping to get a better look at him and praying that he would be be the right man to satisfy these inexplicable urges. Her eldritch needs require someone young, healthy and beautiful, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Siren's Song {Arander &amp; Nivea}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arander</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 20:49:36</strong>
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				Turning away from the sea, Victor continued onwards down the beach until he finally reached where the sand ended and the rocks began. Stepping carefully atop some of the sea-washed and lichen covered rocks, he finally found a dry spot higher up a pile. Sitting down, he rested his hand under his chin and stared out at the gathering storm. His eyes were not focused on anything however, as he was lost in deep thought.<br><br>He knew not how long he sat there, thinking of past events and what the future might hold, but a sudden gust of cold wind drew Victor out of his thoughts. Glancing up at the sky, he realized just how much closer the storm had come while he sat thinking. It would soon unleash it's fury against the castle and the beach...and himself if he didn't move soon. <em>I suppose a warm meal would be nice about now. I imagine the servants have prepared everything and left by now.</em> He cared little for the servants of his household, and rarely kept any around him for lengths of time. He preferred them to be out from underfoot at all times...unless one of the prettier ones happened to be underneath him as she shared his bed some evenings.
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