The Lost Islands
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Oderint Dum Metuant.


LET THEM HATE AS LONG AS THEY FEAR.



His words did not even strike the cord that would normally make Siren act out in anger. She just stood there and listened to him, her ears flicked in his direction as her tail flicked once more behind her. The soft tendrils of vines seemed to wrap around her as she shifted, her head almost resting upon one that was below her muzzle. Thoughts lined her mind, but she shoved them all away as she once more turned to Finley with a faint raising of a horse-like brow.


“Be smarter about it how?” Siren knew she was on the wrong path, but she was there and knee deep no less. She had picked fights and lose both of them. She had a home that was now draining the blood from her dead child left behind. Her body was tired, her mind a churning mess, but she still held enough sanity as if she was doing her best to be the Crown that this place deserved. She set them all up for failure, but she would be changing that if they allowed her to prove she could be better than a fight picking maniac that wanted them all dead.


Finally with a sigh, she truly turned and faced Finley head on. “If you also wish to leave, go ahead. You were here out of spite I would recon after what I did on the Ruins and your home.” Something changed in her then, her words making a switch flip on. She had done the same to Rutger, stealing him in the dead of night and forcing him in her land. He did not want to be here, but he was stuck for she would ago through on her end of the threat she gave him, no matter how much she really did not wish to kill the son of Tyr.

SIREN’S SYMPHONY
Mare | 18hhs | Gray | The Crown of Paradise.




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