He confirms that his soul is still his own, and I continue to bat at some grass. Sure, he says that...he thinks that, but all souls are at risk. There is a risk to him and he needs to know the risks. I do not wish this emptiness on anyone. I wish none of it, but it is something that I must endure until I can figure out a way to bring my Roamin back.

He then says that I see too much and I stop my pawing as I contemplate what he means. See too much? How is there too much to see? I flop around and look at him, my eyes narrowed in suspicion of what he says.

”What do you mean? I see what I see, how is it too much?” I question seriously, not at all understanding what he meant by that comment, but also not offended by it. He comes to nudge my ear and I simply flick it in reaction, indifferent to the touch that he gives. He then asks what I am called and my face frowns slightly.

”Siren,” I say with a bit of a twitch to my yellow eyes. ”They said I screamed a lot when I was born,” I say with my eyes closing, my lips exposing a tooth as my mother Lillith taunts me, Scream? That soon turned into a whine, you whiny girl. I snarl slightly in reaction, my teeth lashing out at the air in front of me. ”No! I was NOT whiny!” I say as I lift a paw to hit my own head and scrape my paw down my face.

”Mother, Lillith, she just won’t...shut...up!” I say with irritation, shaking my dark head and red cheeks. I know that the shaking won’t do anything...it never works to get them gone, but sometimes it gives me at least a sense of doing...something about what I cannot do anything about. ”What is your name, one with a soul, a soul not taken...but beware,” I say, jutting my right paw out to touch his closest front leg, my yellow eyes widening. ”Beware as it comes to most, a she will come and have your soul and if you lose her, your emptiness will be eternal,” I say, my voice somewhat haunting with my intense stare, almost beyond him, as if I am looking into this void of my own soul within.



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