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Fantasy Killing a Queen
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The sea used to be kind to men. Children used to dream of joining the navy to sail along the choppy waves. Luxury ships were taken out to sea for parties, bottles of ale tossed overboard in the end. Trade between the Kingdoms were prosperous, and new islands were constantly discovered. Expansions were made, and all was good. War was even a thing of the past, the Kingdoms long ago coming to an agreement about trade and territory. But when they first ship returned back to shore with no one on it, questions were raised. Kings began to talk, and Queens began to gossip. More and more ships were sent out to the same location and route of the previous one, but they all came back empty. Some claimed they had angered the Gods, or that they were trading in sacred land. Surely not, considering it was such a popular route? One last ship was sent out, but it was different from the rest. A crew member was deaf, and when they ship reached port with only him on it, they had their answers.
At first, no one knew what to call them. Some said they were the devil, others called them justice for the constant dumping of waste in the seas. When the first drawings of them were created, men gawked and women shielded the eyes of the children. With the upper half of a woman, they were beautiful. Fin-like ears, and an alluring smile. Their features were perfect, at least until one looked down. There, below the waist, was a long and winding tail. Scales of all different colors were seen, with different fin shapes to match. They weren't human, nor were they fish. They were a sick combination of the two, meant to kill and destroy any who sailed through the seas. Their deadly song was soon discovered, but some people didn't believe they were real. Sailors set out on the routes, laughing about the 'sirens' that swum beneath their wooden vessels. And when the sirens sang to them, the men willingly threw themselves overboard. Hearts were ripped out, and bones were kept as souvenirs. A sick sort of message, the bodies were thrown back on deck and the ship was pushed towards shore. If the humans didn't understand the perils then, they would now.
Years have passed since then. Trade still occurs, but it's rare. The more intelligent sailors figured out the sirens hunt on a schedule, but it's almost impossible to find a safe time to travel. With new sirens popping up every month or so, only the brave and needy set sail through the dark ocean. Or if one was truly insane...They became a hunter. The sea became their home, and they were determined to reclaim it for the humans. Sirens were speared through the heart, dissolving to sea foam only a mere few minutes after. It was nigh impossible to study their anatomy given their ability to vanish after death, and keeping a live one was as dangerous as it sounded. A few things were discovered, however. One can cut their vocal chords to prevent them from singing, but they die soon after. Their blood is nearly acidic, and burns through clothes. It can even leave a nasty scar on the flesh of humans. And one siren spilled a dark secret in an attempt to beg for her life. Her words were slurred, as she was unable to speak their language properly, but the message was clear.
They had a Queen.
A Queen who gave them their powers and controlled them all. If she was killed, then the sirens would vanish. The oceans would be freed, and no more lives would be lost to the witches. The only issue was...No one had even seen the Queen before. She never came out from the waters, nor did any other sirens admit even knowing about her. They just snarled and snapped at whoever prodded, until their teeth dissolved away into foam. Since then, mankind had hit a rut. They knew what they needed to do, but how to achieve this goal? A man couldn't even sail without dying, much less dive into the waters to take out the most powerful siren of them all. Still, humans fought on...
Which led to the current scenario. A ship was crashing through the waves, moonlight casting down on them. It was late at night, and not a siren had been spotted. Rumors in their community had been spread of a ship that took out their kind, and some were smart enough to steer clear on the vessels. They left those sorts of humans for one particular siren. The only issue with that siren, however, was that fact she was currently floating among the waves. Naked and pale, she looked like a lifeless body. The biggest issue though, was her lack of a tail. Two dainty legs hung below her waist, the newfound toes slowly turning purple from the freezing cold water. The Songbird was slowly approaching the woman, and it didn't take a long for a crew member to notice.
"By Gods...Someone get the Cap'n! There's a bloody woman floating in the water, she's naked!"
At first, no one knew what to call them. Some said they were the devil, others called them justice for the constant dumping of waste in the seas. When the first drawings of them were created, men gawked and women shielded the eyes of the children. With the upper half of a woman, they were beautiful. Fin-like ears, and an alluring smile. Their features were perfect, at least until one looked down. There, below the waist, was a long and winding tail. Scales of all different colors were seen, with different fin shapes to match. They weren't human, nor were they fish. They were a sick combination of the two, meant to kill and destroy any who sailed through the seas. Their deadly song was soon discovered, but some people didn't believe they were real. Sailors set out on the routes, laughing about the 'sirens' that swum beneath their wooden vessels. And when the sirens sang to them, the men willingly threw themselves overboard. Hearts were ripped out, and bones were kept as souvenirs. A sick sort of message, the bodies were thrown back on deck and the ship was pushed towards shore. If the humans didn't understand the perils then, they would now.
Years have passed since then. Trade still occurs, but it's rare. The more intelligent sailors figured out the sirens hunt on a schedule, but it's almost impossible to find a safe time to travel. With new sirens popping up every month or so, only the brave and needy set sail through the dark ocean. Or if one was truly insane...They became a hunter. The sea became their home, and they were determined to reclaim it for the humans. Sirens were speared through the heart, dissolving to sea foam only a mere few minutes after. It was nigh impossible to study their anatomy given their ability to vanish after death, and keeping a live one was as dangerous as it sounded. A few things were discovered, however. One can cut their vocal chords to prevent them from singing, but they die soon after. Their blood is nearly acidic, and burns through clothes. It can even leave a nasty scar on the flesh of humans. And one siren spilled a dark secret in an attempt to beg for her life. Her words were slurred, as she was unable to speak their language properly, but the message was clear.
They had a Queen.
A Queen who gave them their powers and controlled them all. If she was killed, then the sirens would vanish. The oceans would be freed, and no more lives would be lost to the witches. The only issue was...No one had even seen the Queen before. She never came out from the waters, nor did any other sirens admit even knowing about her. They just snarled and snapped at whoever prodded, until their teeth dissolved away into foam. Since then, mankind had hit a rut. They knew what they needed to do, but how to achieve this goal? A man couldn't even sail without dying, much less dive into the waters to take out the most powerful siren of them all. Still, humans fought on...
Which led to the current scenario. A ship was crashing through the waves, moonlight casting down on them. It was late at night, and not a siren had been spotted. Rumors in their community had been spread of a ship that took out their kind, and some were smart enough to steer clear on the vessels. They left those sorts of humans for one particular siren. The only issue with that siren, however, was that fact she was currently floating among the waves. Naked and pale, she looked like a lifeless body. The biggest issue though, was her lack of a tail. Two dainty legs hung below her waist, the newfound toes slowly turning purple from the freezing cold water. The Songbird was slowly approaching the woman, and it didn't take a long for a crew member to notice.
"By Gods...Someone get the Cap'n! There's a bloody woman floating in the water, she's naked!"
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Sir Sunrise
Most of the crew was gathered under deck, the kitchen radiating a pungent smell of stewing meats and veggies. Often the team took turns cooking, in trade they got to skip out on standard deck chores during the day since they'd be busy prepping to feed the thirty-man crew. Naturally, being a notorious ship it was always required to have some people above deck; this being a case of a watchman finally finding something worth alerting others. A woman was in the sea, and normally it'd be assumed she were dead considering the known predators in these waters, but this pirate crew wasn't the type to turn a blind eye on anyone who may need help.
Coming above deck immediately, the man who found her already preparing a rope while Marquis made his approach. The sails were catching little to no wind, and the ship was quick to slow as to not pass the drifting girl. With his belt undone, his sword and pistol would drop to the deck and he'd reach out to take an end of rope offered to him. "Get a few blankets." A demand soon called to any who heard, his hat soon tossed to the side as he'd draw a dagger and put it between gritted teeth the moment of his dive into the murky waters below. Expertly curling through the waters, he'd raise up nearly under the find and move to hold her so her face would be out of the water. Too preoccupied to pay attention to her ears for now, mainly because the long auburn hair was stretched out all over her head, he'd simply hold on while three men in the crew worked together to rapidly raise their captain and the girl from the waters below.
Once on board, he'd lay her down only to reach over and feel for a pulse, or any sign that she may not have perished recently. Already preparing to attempt to resuscitate her if need be. In the mean time, all hands were on deck - This was the adventure of their evening, never before have they hauled a naked and beautiful woman from the sea before. Leaning down, worried she may be too cold to feel any pulse, the scuff on his face would prickle against her chest as his right ear pressed firmly against it; trying to hear for a heart beat and shushing the crew so he may do so. "Aye, shut the'ell up!" He'd bark, listening closely.
Coming above deck immediately, the man who found her already preparing a rope while Marquis made his approach. The sails were catching little to no wind, and the ship was quick to slow as to not pass the drifting girl. With his belt undone, his sword and pistol would drop to the deck and he'd reach out to take an end of rope offered to him. "Get a few blankets." A demand soon called to any who heard, his hat soon tossed to the side as he'd draw a dagger and put it between gritted teeth the moment of his dive into the murky waters below. Expertly curling through the waters, he'd raise up nearly under the find and move to hold her so her face would be out of the water. Too preoccupied to pay attention to her ears for now, mainly because the long auburn hair was stretched out all over her head, he'd simply hold on while three men in the crew worked together to rapidly raise their captain and the girl from the waters below.
Once on board, he'd lay her down only to reach over and feel for a pulse, or any sign that she may not have perished recently. Already preparing to attempt to resuscitate her if need be. In the mean time, all hands were on deck - This was the adventure of their evening, never before have they hauled a naked and beautiful woman from the sea before. Leaning down, worried she may be too cold to feel any pulse, the scuff on his face would prickle against her chest as his right ear pressed firmly against it; trying to hear for a heart beat and shushing the crew so he may do so. "Aye, shut the'ell up!" He'd bark, listening closely.
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The first odd thing Marquis would likely take notice of from Sybil was how warm her skin was. Even in the salty and cold ocean waters, her heat was instantly felt. It wasn't overpowering, but instead akin to a human who had just awoken from their cozy bed. Not like someone who was just found floating about the oceans in the middle of the night. When he lifted her body up from the water, her head rolled forward. The amount of hair on her head was excessive, likely falling far past her ankles when wet. Gods could only imagine what it may look like dry. (That is, if she wasn't dead.)
Next, was the necklace she wore. The only article of clothing she had on her, it was a simple leather chain with a ring on the end. Once likely a stunning silver, it was now rusted and old. Only exposure to water could do such a thing, but who swam often enough with a necklace like this to ruin it? Only an idiot would do such a thing, especially in the ocean. It was firm under the ear of Marquis, along with another steady sound. Her heart was thumping widely, not a faint pulse like one may imagine. It was the heartbeat of someone who had just gone for a very intense swim, either chasing or running from something. After a few seconds of pressing his ear to her skin, a sputtering noise would begin as water was coughed directly onto his head. Sybil was waking up.
To Marquis's left, muttering would begin. A moment later, rough hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the woman as she began to come alive again. Alejandro was holding him back, staring over his shoulder with a steely gaze. His accent was thick as he spoke, but his voice was low. The orders were clearly given to everyone but Marquis. "Someone get rope and tie her up." With that simple command, men were scrambling to get some sort of rope. The few who remained were slowly drawing weapons, though Sybil hardly seemed concern. She was just staring to sit up, her eyes falling forward to stare her own two feet. Behind Marquis, Alejandro whispered in his ear. "Look at her ears."
With Sybil now shifting and sitting up, the fin-like ear became apparent. Though hard to see through the mass amount of hair she had, it was clear. Golden and red, they'd move as she carefully attempted to listen to anyone speaking. Whether she understood them was to debate.
Next, was the necklace she wore. The only article of clothing she had on her, it was a simple leather chain with a ring on the end. Once likely a stunning silver, it was now rusted and old. Only exposure to water could do such a thing, but who swam often enough with a necklace like this to ruin it? Only an idiot would do such a thing, especially in the ocean. It was firm under the ear of Marquis, along with another steady sound. Her heart was thumping widely, not a faint pulse like one may imagine. It was the heartbeat of someone who had just gone for a very intense swim, either chasing or running from something. After a few seconds of pressing his ear to her skin, a sputtering noise would begin as water was coughed directly onto his head. Sybil was waking up.
To Marquis's left, muttering would begin. A moment later, rough hands grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away from the woman as she began to come alive again. Alejandro was holding him back, staring over his shoulder with a steely gaze. His accent was thick as he spoke, but his voice was low. The orders were clearly given to everyone but Marquis. "Someone get rope and tie her up." With that simple command, men were scrambling to get some sort of rope. The few who remained were slowly drawing weapons, though Sybil hardly seemed concern. She was just staring to sit up, her eyes falling forward to stare her own two feet. Behind Marquis, Alejandro whispered in his ear. "Look at her ears."
With Sybil now shifting and sitting up, the fin-like ear became apparent. Though hard to see through the mass amount of hair she had, it was clear. Golden and red, they'd move as she carefully attempted to listen to anyone speaking. Whether she understood them was to debate.
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Sir Sunrise
With the weight of Alejandros hand upon his shoulder pulling the captain back, Marquis was more confused than anything. Of course he hadn't taken note of her ears, what with being too busy noticing her human legs (and other bits). While focusing on making sure she wasn't dead, since she felt warm enough to be alive, it's only now he realized everyone here was in danger. "Earplugs!" He'd call out immediately after, and all the crew who wear earbuds around their neck would quickly follow the orders to deafen themselves. They had a plan when doing this kinds of things, and when they were lucky enough to capture Sirens they always had everyone but the captain and Alejandro deafened. This was an efficient way to ensure if they fell for the spell, they'd at least be save promptly thereafter by the crew.
Nonetheless, Marquis scrambled forward and just as the Siren was sitting up she'd be forced down again. With knees on either side of her, more or less sitting on her stomach, his rough grasp would be forced over her mouth which he held firmly to ensure she'd be silent while the crew prepared. Other than an attempt to mute the potential danger, his saber would be drawn from the ground he'd left it beside them and the cool blade would clink as the flat of it rest against the silver ring she wore - Though the edge was well within range of severing her vocal chord and rending her throat.
Staring down to her, while forcing her head back against the deck of the ship, it would be clear to see he was accustomed to being in danger. A certain unwavering glare behind his eyes while Alejandro made haste of taking the rope he was brought to grab her arms and tie them above her head. "Well, well. First I'd seen one of you fishies with legs. You best be ready to start explaining some stuff to us, or things will get real nasty for you. Understand?" The gruff voice rumbled from his chest as he quietly threatened her, his stare alone cold enough to confirm he wasn't bluffing. Not only would she die, but she would die suffering if she didn't play her cards right. After all, she wasn't anything more than a monster, one that could only earn one of two things. A quick, or a slow and horrifying death.
Nonetheless, Marquis scrambled forward and just as the Siren was sitting up she'd be forced down again. With knees on either side of her, more or less sitting on her stomach, his rough grasp would be forced over her mouth which he held firmly to ensure she'd be silent while the crew prepared. Other than an attempt to mute the potential danger, his saber would be drawn from the ground he'd left it beside them and the cool blade would clink as the flat of it rest against the silver ring she wore - Though the edge was well within range of severing her vocal chord and rending her throat.
Staring down to her, while forcing her head back against the deck of the ship, it would be clear to see he was accustomed to being in danger. A certain unwavering glare behind his eyes while Alejandro made haste of taking the rope he was brought to grab her arms and tie them above her head. "Well, well. First I'd seen one of you fishies with legs. You best be ready to start explaining some stuff to us, or things will get real nasty for you. Understand?" The gruff voice rumbled from his chest as he quietly threatened her, his stare alone cold enough to confirm he wasn't bluffing. Not only would she die, but she would die suffering if she didn't play her cards right. After all, she wasn't anything more than a monster, one that could only earn one of two things. A quick, or a slow and horrifying death.
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When Marquis slammed back into her body, Sybil let out a gasp of air in pain. Before his hand sealed her lips together, a flash of completely normal teeth was seen. Even now, the tips of her ears were starting to foam up. She couldn't possibly be dying, given the foam normally started at the site of the wound. Instead, the fins were slowly fading away to reveal small human ears under them. It appears Marquis was actively watching a siren become human-- Or at least, something close to it. Guttural hisses sounded from Sybil as she twisted under him, but her entire body felt heavy and weak. Is this how humans always felt? If she were normal, this man would be begging for his life listening to her song. His heart would be sitting ever so snuggly in the palm of her hands. It'd be still slick with blood, and his men would be helpless to watch. She might of even taken the finger of the first mate as a warning, to stay away and give up.
Instead, she was forced under the weight of the large captain. Her hands were yanked above her head, another hiss and snarl sounding as ropes began to fasten around her wrists. They actually hurt her skin, fresh and oh-so human. To the first of the crew, the hisses sounded absolutely pathetic. She was nothing more than a young woman, weakly attempting to kick out and defend herself. Was this her idea of a punishment? It was surely working. Sybil had never felt more disgusting in her life. When the cool blade finally rested down near her throat, Sybil found herself stilling. No longer could she take the blunt force of a blade and survive. One well-aimed swing and she'd be nothing but chum for her fellow sirens. Could she even call them that anymore? Her tail was gone-- And so was her voice. She had learned the common language of humans, but it was rough and weak on her tongue. It only sounded beautiful when she sang, and it was her best weapon. Now she was unarmed.
Shifting her eyes up to stare at Marquis, there was something inhuman about them. The way she barely cocked her head to the side in an attempt to read him. How rapidly she breathed, showing just how unused to the air she was. But the truth was undeniable. This siren was no longer a witch of the sea. Something, or someone, had changed her. Her eyes narrowed, before her head slowly moved in a nod. Was she really all that of a threat at the moment?
Muffled words sounded as her lips moved against his hand, but they were ultimately unclear. If she didn't have a tail, would she still have her song?
Instead, she was forced under the weight of the large captain. Her hands were yanked above her head, another hiss and snarl sounding as ropes began to fasten around her wrists. They actually hurt her skin, fresh and oh-so human. To the first of the crew, the hisses sounded absolutely pathetic. She was nothing more than a young woman, weakly attempting to kick out and defend herself. Was this her idea of a punishment? It was surely working. Sybil had never felt more disgusting in her life. When the cool blade finally rested down near her throat, Sybil found herself stilling. No longer could she take the blunt force of a blade and survive. One well-aimed swing and she'd be nothing but chum for her fellow sirens. Could she even call them that anymore? Her tail was gone-- And so was her voice. She had learned the common language of humans, but it was rough and weak on her tongue. It only sounded beautiful when she sang, and it was her best weapon. Now she was unarmed.
Shifting her eyes up to stare at Marquis, there was something inhuman about them. The way she barely cocked her head to the side in an attempt to read him. How rapidly she breathed, showing just how unused to the air she was. But the truth was undeniable. This siren was no longer a witch of the sea. Something, or someone, had changed her. Her eyes narrowed, before her head slowly moved in a nod. Was she really all that of a threat at the moment?
Muffled words sounded as her lips moved against his hand, but they were ultimately unclear. If she didn't have a tail, would she still have her song?
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Sir Sunrise
The ship was quiet now, the only sounds other than shuffling feet of those coming on deck were the waves below and that of rope sliding along itself before being pulled into a tight knot to bind her wrists still. Marquis was still dripping wet, his loose shirt clinging to his body as drops of water fell from his long hair down onto the back of his hand that still held her mouth shut. His confusion and sudden anger was clear in his eyes, but there was also a notable fear. This was new, and could mean a change in Merfolks goal in hunting men. Would they truly be so bold as to bring an assault to land?
A question on the minds of all.
"Alrighty, then." His low voice sounded, and as he looked from the now totally normal looking human to his crew, he'd notice they all were properly protected and ready to act if need be. Finally setting his eyes back below himself, he'd speak out after taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm going to let go of your mouth. If you speak the common tongue, I suggest strongly that you don't use it to sing at us." After giving her a long look in the eyes, he'd do as he said, though his hand would move to the side and take his hat from the ground. Scooting back to sit on her lap, sword moving down then to rest the tip upon her stomach, he'd then drop the hat over her chest. It wasn't full cover, but with him on her lap now and the hat on her chest at least she was decent. Least the men aboard get the wrong idea.
"First things first, my name is Marquis Emanuel, Captain of the Songbird." His now free hand lowered and gave a knock to the wooden deck she was laid upon. "An' we ain't much for for Sirens, which I fear you just may be." No longer as startled as he was before, his low voice was a bit more lively, a certain sarcasm sounding in his undertone as he sort of growled every word he spoke.
A question on the minds of all.
"Alrighty, then." His low voice sounded, and as he looked from the now totally normal looking human to his crew, he'd notice they all were properly protected and ready to act if need be. Finally setting his eyes back below himself, he'd speak out after taking a deep breath to calm himself. "I'm going to let go of your mouth. If you speak the common tongue, I suggest strongly that you don't use it to sing at us." After giving her a long look in the eyes, he'd do as he said, though his hand would move to the side and take his hat from the ground. Scooting back to sit on her lap, sword moving down then to rest the tip upon her stomach, he'd then drop the hat over her chest. It wasn't full cover, but with him on her lap now and the hat on her chest at least she was decent. Least the men aboard get the wrong idea.
"First things first, my name is Marquis Emanuel, Captain of the Songbird." His now free hand lowered and gave a knock to the wooden deck she was laid upon. "An' we ain't much for for Sirens, which I fear you just may be." No longer as startled as he was before, his low voice was a bit more lively, a certain sarcasm sounding in his undertone as he sort of growled every word he spoke.
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calypso
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When his hand was slowly removed from her lips, her tongue darted out to lick the cracked skin. A bit of blood had formed formed in the corner of her mouth, but it was a beautiful scarlet. Warm against his hand, it wasn't anything but blood. No burning sensation came from touching it, and it seemed she was shocked by the taste of it. Her eyes widened for a moment, and she squirmed under his weight as a groan left the back of her throat. Everything was starting to hit Sybil at once, and it wasn't pleasant. Goosebumps were spreading over her thighs and stomach, and she had no idea what they were. Was she growing cold? No, only humans got cold. That's why they were weak. Humans couldn't handle the gift was the bitter ocean, and that's why they suffered. At least, that's what she said. At the moment, her word was starting to ring true...Her toes were brand new, but she was already losing feeling in them.
Staring up at Marquis, her lips drew back in an attempted snarl. Meant to intimidate him, it only succeeded in making the girl look a bit more pathetic. A few chuckles were roused from members of the crew, some bending down to get a closer look at the woman. It wasn't often that something like this occurs, especially with what appears to be a former siren. Sybil's mannerisms were enough alone to indicate some inhuman background. Another heave graced her chest, her eyes rolling back to take in the crew. Burly men, all big enough to easily take her down with one arm. There was no way she could fight her away out, and even if she did, where would she go? She never went near land, and it still took days of swimming to get near it. Her human body was frail, and she had aching suspicion she didn't know how to swim with legs. She'd drown the second she dove back into the freezing cold water.
Or worse. Another siren would take her heart for themselves.
Finally settling her gaze back onto Marquis and licking her lips again, Sybil parted them. Some men flinched backwards in fear of a song, but her words were hoarse and low. Her throat had been stung raw by the ocean currents, and she coughed a few times before finally speaking. An odd accent graced her words, clipping certain syllables. No man had figured out the language of Sirens, nor how to speak it. "I am no longer Siren, clearly. My song has been stolen, and now I sit under a man. If I had it my way, your heart would be sitting snuggly against my bosom before I tucked it away under the shingles of the sea," she taunted lightly, her eyes never seeming to blink as she stared up at him. Still, she ended up rapidly closing and shutting them. Sirens never needed to blink before, why would she ever consider to do so now?
Standing behind Marquis, Alejandro left out a low scoff. "You witch. You may bleed like a human now, but why shouldn't we end you here? One less bitch in the sea, I say," he said, and murmurs of agreement arose. This is where she was the most vulnerable. No longer gifted with a song, she was as human as the rest of them. She'd bleed like them, and likely leave a corpse like them. A hiss of anger sounded from Sybil, and she thrashed a bit under Marquis. This caused the blade to nick her side, and a yelp of pain sounded. When the red blood began to bead at the wound, her eyes widened and she attempted to crane her neck forward. The feeling of pain was foreign to Sybil, but she could see why humans began to scream and thrash when they realized they were drowning. Even the tiniest of nicks displeased her, and she couldn't imagine a bigger wound.
When she finally calmed herself under Marquis, her steely gaze shifted over to Alejandro. Her voice was still rough as she spoke, but it was a lower whisper. "Don't you want to know where the Queen is?"
Staring up at Marquis, her lips drew back in an attempted snarl. Meant to intimidate him, it only succeeded in making the girl look a bit more pathetic. A few chuckles were roused from members of the crew, some bending down to get a closer look at the woman. It wasn't often that something like this occurs, especially with what appears to be a former siren. Sybil's mannerisms were enough alone to indicate some inhuman background. Another heave graced her chest, her eyes rolling back to take in the crew. Burly men, all big enough to easily take her down with one arm. There was no way she could fight her away out, and even if she did, where would she go? She never went near land, and it still took days of swimming to get near it. Her human body was frail, and she had aching suspicion she didn't know how to swim with legs. She'd drown the second she dove back into the freezing cold water.
Or worse. Another siren would take her heart for themselves.
Finally settling her gaze back onto Marquis and licking her lips again, Sybil parted them. Some men flinched backwards in fear of a song, but her words were hoarse and low. Her throat had been stung raw by the ocean currents, and she coughed a few times before finally speaking. An odd accent graced her words, clipping certain syllables. No man had figured out the language of Sirens, nor how to speak it. "I am no longer Siren, clearly. My song has been stolen, and now I sit under a man. If I had it my way, your heart would be sitting snuggly against my bosom before I tucked it away under the shingles of the sea," she taunted lightly, her eyes never seeming to blink as she stared up at him. Still, she ended up rapidly closing and shutting them. Sirens never needed to blink before, why would she ever consider to do so now?
Standing behind Marquis, Alejandro left out a low scoff. "You witch. You may bleed like a human now, but why shouldn't we end you here? One less bitch in the sea, I say," he said, and murmurs of agreement arose. This is where she was the most vulnerable. No longer gifted with a song, she was as human as the rest of them. She'd bleed like them, and likely leave a corpse like them. A hiss of anger sounded from Sybil, and she thrashed a bit under Marquis. This caused the blade to nick her side, and a yelp of pain sounded. When the red blood began to bead at the wound, her eyes widened and she attempted to crane her neck forward. The feeling of pain was foreign to Sybil, but she could see why humans began to scream and thrash when they realized they were drowning. Even the tiniest of nicks displeased her, and she couldn't imagine a bigger wound.
When she finally calmed herself under Marquis, her steely gaze shifted over to Alejandro. Her voice was still rough as she spoke, but it was a lower whisper. "Don't you want to know where the Queen is?"
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Sir Sunrise
Her hissing and savage behavior was a quick reminder of what she really was, the threat falling on deaf ears as he so clearly only saw a human - A weak one at the mercy of many. The pride of the once hunter was easy to admire, Marquis himself also finding a certain fulfillment in his own abilities. It wasn't doubted that she could, at this range, turn the captain into a corpse; But the bodies would double since he'd no intention on leaving her alive should she lash out.
The bead of blood soon raising from her unblemished skin, he'd take a moment to look down and see it for himself. How curious a creature, able to look and bleed like a human. If she ever got off the boat and to land, she very well may prove to be an apocalyptic weapon. Her voice in a busy city would bring about hundreds of dead, and none would ever survive to explain just who it was they were up against. A danger like her shouldn't be allowed to live, so when Alejandro spoke out he found himself in agreement. Once she spilled all the information she had, she'd be offered a swift death before being dumped back overboard.
That was the idea. Up until she so confidentially looked to the first mate and showed her hand. One the vice had no immediate response to, other than looking to Marquis who now stared down at the woman. A grin was already across his face, not because anything she said was funny but because she offered what he'd been looking for. Not exactly the queen, but the call for a mighty adventure. Looting towns, robbing ships, and brawling coastal locals was all good and fun, but killing the queen of monsters? Surely the Songbird would be in folklore throughout the ages.
"What's your name, lil' minnow?" Marquis asked with interest clear in his tone. Never before had he cared to learn the name of a Siren, as every time he'd meet with one he'd fully intended on them dying somewhere in the encounter. She was a hunter as well, and their kind weren't in the business in learning names; This showed she would be spared - For now.
The bead of blood soon raising from her unblemished skin, he'd take a moment to look down and see it for himself. How curious a creature, able to look and bleed like a human. If she ever got off the boat and to land, she very well may prove to be an apocalyptic weapon. Her voice in a busy city would bring about hundreds of dead, and none would ever survive to explain just who it was they were up against. A danger like her shouldn't be allowed to live, so when Alejandro spoke out he found himself in agreement. Once she spilled all the information she had, she'd be offered a swift death before being dumped back overboard.
That was the idea. Up until she so confidentially looked to the first mate and showed her hand. One the vice had no immediate response to, other than looking to Marquis who now stared down at the woman. A grin was already across his face, not because anything she said was funny but because she offered what he'd been looking for. Not exactly the queen, but the call for a mighty adventure. Looting towns, robbing ships, and brawling coastal locals was all good and fun, but killing the queen of monsters? Surely the Songbird would be in folklore throughout the ages.
"What's your name, lil' minnow?" Marquis asked with interest clear in his tone. Never before had he cared to learn the name of a Siren, as every time he'd meet with one he'd fully intended on them dying somewhere in the encounter. She was a hunter as well, and their kind weren't in the business in learning names; This showed she would be spared - For now.
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Her attention returned to Marquis once again, her tongue slipping free to lick at her parched lips. It was obvious she was never out of water for long, and the sensation of having cracked lips was completely new. Which of course meant she'd have no idea that licking them only made the skin worse. A temporary solution, at best. The bleeding on her stomach was slowly starting to stop, but the bead had spilled to the side over her perfect skin. It now left a dark crimson trail, akin to the hair it vanished into. There was no hiss as it touched the floorboards, indicating it was truly human blood in the end. No Siren-- At least not documented, would willingly become a human. They all held a deep pride about their species, and an even greater one about killing humans. Hearts were like a currency to them. One could ruin a fellow siren by crushing every single heart she had stolen. Sybil had nearly twenty seven. A certain type of magic kept them from rotting away, leaving them bloody and whole as the day they stopped beating. On days she was particularly lonely, she dug them up from under the seafloor. The sand stuck to the flesh, and she'd hold them close to her chest. They never moved, but she could imagine how they felt. Her fingers had splayed across the chest of many men, and she had felt how panicked the heart became. How it sang for another chance, and begged to be let go.
But those hearts were hers. She ripped them clean from their cages and brought them back with her. They'd rot away inside the cavity of a human. When they were with her, they'd forever stay perfect. Now staring up at the Captain of the ship himself, Sybil could only wonder what his heart would feel like. Would it be sturdy and large? Surely so, he was a big man with an even bigger grin. If she were a Siren still, he'd be throwing himself into her arms. She'd stroke his hair back gently and whisper nonsense in his ear. His heart would be firmly against her own chest, where nothing stirred. Sirens had hearts, but they never beat. It was a sign of weakness, the Queen said. Their creator had made them strong, given them the ability to steal back what humans greedily held close. "It isn't wise to call a shark a minnow, Captain," she growled out, a sarcastic tone slipping over her words. Was it even possible for Sirens to tell jokes? They hardly socialized in the first place.
With her legs shifting under her, she attempted to jerk her knee up and backwards. The aim was to his groin, but it more or less hit his lower tailbone. When she felt the strike hit, a satisfied and rather smug grin slipped across her lips. Violence was just another game to her kind, and she surely found this sort of action funny. Even if she was completely overwhelmed and even tied up. "I go by Sybil, consider yourself lucky to even say the name. It's not often humans are graced with such knowledge," she lightly sneered, but her tone quickly dropped. A look overtook her features, and her neck craned backwards as she strained to listen. Something had caught her attention, and the men on the ship hushed as they noticed her odd gaze.
A few seconds passed, before a splash sounded in the otherwise calm sea. Sybil furrowed her brows together, before a string of curses followed. "That no good bitch followed me."
Which meant a Siren was here.
But those hearts were hers. She ripped them clean from their cages and brought them back with her. They'd rot away inside the cavity of a human. When they were with her, they'd forever stay perfect. Now staring up at the Captain of the ship himself, Sybil could only wonder what his heart would feel like. Would it be sturdy and large? Surely so, he was a big man with an even bigger grin. If she were a Siren still, he'd be throwing himself into her arms. She'd stroke his hair back gently and whisper nonsense in his ear. His heart would be firmly against her own chest, where nothing stirred. Sirens had hearts, but they never beat. It was a sign of weakness, the Queen said. Their creator had made them strong, given them the ability to steal back what humans greedily held close. "It isn't wise to call a shark a minnow, Captain," she growled out, a sarcastic tone slipping over her words. Was it even possible for Sirens to tell jokes? They hardly socialized in the first place.
With her legs shifting under her, she attempted to jerk her knee up and backwards. The aim was to his groin, but it more or less hit his lower tailbone. When she felt the strike hit, a satisfied and rather smug grin slipped across her lips. Violence was just another game to her kind, and she surely found this sort of action funny. Even if she was completely overwhelmed and even tied up. "I go by Sybil, consider yourself lucky to even say the name. It's not often humans are graced with such knowledge," she lightly sneered, but her tone quickly dropped. A look overtook her features, and her neck craned backwards as she strained to listen. Something had caught her attention, and the men on the ship hushed as they noticed her odd gaze.
A few seconds passed, before a splash sounded in the otherwise calm sea. Sybil furrowed her brows together, before a string of curses followed. "That no good bitch followed me."
Which meant a Siren was here.
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Early
Sir Sunrise
Her retort on being a shark got a chuckle out of him, about to comment on how a shark wouldn't have been such an easy catch as she was. Though, an oof left his lips as her knee struck him in the arse. Giving her a slight glare, his smile remained, though adjusting himself to make sure that wouldn't happen.
At the sound of her name she'd hear a light hum come from the captain, a few others even starting to mutter it to ensure they'd all heard correctly. Many a man longed for a proper introduction with a Siren, one that wouldn't end with them on the dinner menu. Yet here the captain was, casually coaxing a title from the ships newest guest. "Sybil?" He'd repeat the name, not having much to say about the ego in the words that followed her own introduction. Though his time to enjoy her sassy demeanor came to an end, as even he would perk up once she had.
Splash. "Cover your ears!" Marquis barked, his shout booming from his chest as he'd ordered all the men to deafen themselves. The loud command shaking Sybil who he'd still sat upon. "You, Sybil, don't go anywhere." This demand to their Siren in sanctuary was said with a clear frown on his face. It's only now that he'd realized this all may be a trap. She could be bait, a sacrifice to bring down the infamous Songbird. Maybe she wasn't the shark, but the chum that drew the sharks in.
With her still tied up, he'd find his footing only to move away from Sybil. Confident she couldn't walk away, even if she wanted, he'd move to look over the edge of the boat. While doing so, his necklace would be raised and he'd force earplugs to bury deep inside his ears. A tactic they used to weaken the effects, or give them time before a song actually overtook them. Muffling the beauty did wonders to stop yourself from being caught by it, though often times men will be influenced just enough to be coaxed into remove their own plugs so that they could be dominated naturally. Marquis, of course, has only willingly submitted himself to a Sirens song.
At the sound of her name she'd hear a light hum come from the captain, a few others even starting to mutter it to ensure they'd all heard correctly. Many a man longed for a proper introduction with a Siren, one that wouldn't end with them on the dinner menu. Yet here the captain was, casually coaxing a title from the ships newest guest. "Sybil?" He'd repeat the name, not having much to say about the ego in the words that followed her own introduction. Though his time to enjoy her sassy demeanor came to an end, as even he would perk up once she had.
Splash. "Cover your ears!" Marquis barked, his shout booming from his chest as he'd ordered all the men to deafen themselves. The loud command shaking Sybil who he'd still sat upon. "You, Sybil, don't go anywhere." This demand to their Siren in sanctuary was said with a clear frown on his face. It's only now that he'd realized this all may be a trap. She could be bait, a sacrifice to bring down the infamous Songbird. Maybe she wasn't the shark, but the chum that drew the sharks in.
With her still tied up, he'd find his footing only to move away from Sybil. Confident she couldn't walk away, even if she wanted, he'd move to look over the edge of the boat. While doing so, his necklace would be raised and he'd force earplugs to bury deep inside his ears. A tactic they used to weaken the effects, or give them time before a song actually overtook them. Muffling the beauty did wonders to stop yourself from being caught by it, though often times men will be influenced just enough to be coaxed into remove their own plugs so that they could be dominated naturally. Marquis, of course, has only willingly submitted himself to a Sirens song.
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With his weight suddenly gone, Sybil found herself rolling over with a bit of a snarl. When her tail was stolen from her, she had barely made it to the surface. A bitch must of been following her, ready to snatch up her heart the moment she broke the surface. Killing a fellow siren was a sin-- But Sybil wasn't a siren anymore. Whoever the hell had decided to follow her was surely an idiot, however. She'd be quick to punish them. A growl shifted over her features for a moment, before it dawned on her. How the hell could she punish a siren like this? A human had held down, and in her desperation to not die, she had even admitted her name to him. They weren't supposed to speak their language, much less enjoy the taste of their name against their tongues. Rolling her body to the side once Marquis had moved to the edge of the ship, Sybil found herself on her stomach. Her eyes were set on a particularly sharp metal jutting out from the plants of the ship, ropes tied about it. Her wrists were starting to grow sore, and she loathed the feeling of it.
Meanwhile, the splashing the water grew still. Even in the dark, the glimmering tail was evident as the siren swam under the currents. White and blue, she'd brush along the surface of the waves every few seconds only to dip down under. She hasn't raised her head up to sing just yet, but she was likely preparing herself to. The Siren herself was trying to scout if Sybil was on the boat. The songs they sang never affected each other, but perhaps if the huntress was human...It'd place this particular siren high above the others. Taking the heart of Sybil was a prize itself, especially now that they were able to kill her.
Men moved behind Marquis, and soon a harpoon was trained on the creature. A net was attached, meant to reel them in once the tail was pierced. They didn't sing when screeching in fury.
"Tell me when."
Meanwhile, the splashing the water grew still. Even in the dark, the glimmering tail was evident as the siren swam under the currents. White and blue, she'd brush along the surface of the waves every few seconds only to dip down under. She hasn't raised her head up to sing just yet, but she was likely preparing herself to. The Siren herself was trying to scout if Sybil was on the boat. The songs they sang never affected each other, but perhaps if the huntress was human...It'd place this particular siren high above the others. Taking the heart of Sybil was a prize itself, especially now that they were able to kill her.
Men moved behind Marquis, and soon a harpoon was trained on the creature. A net was attached, meant to reel them in once the tail was pierced. They didn't sing when screeching in fury.
"Tell me when."
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Early
Sir Sunrise
"Steady." Marquis brought his right hand over to sheath his saber, only to then raise up to be in view of those nearest him. For now his keen brown eyes looked to the murky depth to see if there just may be more than one body of scales catching the moonlit waves. Would the Sirens truly only come as one? That didn't align with the theory that they were being ambushed, as the singing should have already began if that were the case. Did this mean they were being scouted out?
"Steady." The word was drawn out, his hand unwavering as all eyes kept to the sea under them. Many times has this strategy worked on Sirens, but many times they'd fired prematurely and dragged in nothing but foamy nets after piercing the monsters in something they couldn't live without. "Hafaldur, on my mark throw it in." Marquis spoke to one of, if not the largest of the men aboard. Yet there he was, tinkering with a little aluminium jar. Mixing two different liquids together, he'd capped it and began to shake wildly, getting ready to use his proficiency to make their nighttime strategy all the more effective.
"Toss." One of the final orders, and Hafaldur would do as told. The can would be tossed off the side of the boat, landing close to where the Siren had last been spotted. It's only a few moments after that something bizarre would occur. The sudden cold of the sea stressed the metal, the liquids foaming and thickening inside which already caused it to tighten from the inside. Though sinking about ten feet deep caused the peak to be reached, the basic alchemy suddenly in play. The can exploded under water, the liquids inside glowing brightly as they rapidly shot out in all directions under the waters surface, brightly illuminating anything nearby with its sickly green light. A light that reflected quite nicely off scales.
Scales that would be seen, a Siren suddenly dazed from the sudden flash in the once dark abyss of the sea. She glimmered nicely, but most importantly, visibly. "Fire!"
"Steady." The word was drawn out, his hand unwavering as all eyes kept to the sea under them. Many times has this strategy worked on Sirens, but many times they'd fired prematurely and dragged in nothing but foamy nets after piercing the monsters in something they couldn't live without. "Hafaldur, on my mark throw it in." Marquis spoke to one of, if not the largest of the men aboard. Yet there he was, tinkering with a little aluminium jar. Mixing two different liquids together, he'd capped it and began to shake wildly, getting ready to use his proficiency to make their nighttime strategy all the more effective.
"Toss." One of the final orders, and Hafaldur would do as told. The can would be tossed off the side of the boat, landing close to where the Siren had last been spotted. It's only a few moments after that something bizarre would occur. The sudden cold of the sea stressed the metal, the liquids foaming and thickening inside which already caused it to tighten from the inside. Though sinking about ten feet deep caused the peak to be reached, the basic alchemy suddenly in play. The can exploded under water, the liquids inside glowing brightly as they rapidly shot out in all directions under the waters surface, brightly illuminating anything nearby with its sickly green light. A light that reflected quite nicely off scales.
Scales that would be seen, a Siren suddenly dazed from the sudden flash in the once dark abyss of the sea. She glimmered nicely, but most importantly, visibly. "Fire!"
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When Marquis gave the command to toss the bottle down into the dark waves below, Sybil had finally squirmed her way over to the anchor mooring. Her legs were still weak, and they felt like jelly every time she pushed one under her own weight, but she had managed to move across the deck. Splinters now graced her stomach and breasts, but she hardly cared for the pain at the moment. It stung like hell, but the men were distracted by the witch who had followed her. Would it be Jael, or perhaps even Pyoa? She hated both of them, and they surely hated her in return. Shifting her wrists that were above her head, she positioned the robe on the sharp edge of the mooring. With one powerful jerk, she snapped the bindings enough to loosen them off her skin. A hiss of delight sounded, and she paused to rub at the sore skin. The men seemed too preoccupied with the newest siren to pay attention to her. She just needed to get a weapon, and then they'd all be screwed...(Clearly, Sybil was overthinking her power still.)
On the command to fire, the harpoon struck true. Piercing through the lower half of the siren's tail, a screech sounded from the water as she instantly began to thrash widely. No matter the pain they faced, sirens never gave up fighting. It made them even more difficult to pin down. Bubbles began to steam from the water where her blood leaked, the acidic nature of it revealed. No shark would be drawn to the scent, that's for sure. Once the harpoon was clearly embedded in her tail, a net launched over the rest of her body. She'd be easily able to tear through it, but the fiber had been reinforced with steel. It gave the sailors enough time to haul their prey onto the deck, which the crew member was quick to do. His voice was loud as he shouted, though most of the other members couldn't hear him. Save for Sybil, of course. "Look at you! Such a pretty little bitch, ain'tcha? I love the blue ones, shame they always die the fastest. Ah, you're bleeding everywhere darlin'. Such a pretty smile," he cooed to the siren, who screeched and thrashed in the netting. Once properly pulled up, she was thrown to the side and onto the deck.
Sybil had been sitting silently next to the mooring anchor as she surveyed the deck for a weapon, but the thump of her body roused the woman to look over. Instantly, her eyes narrowed and a spitting hiss sounded. The siren reacted the same way, blood flying from her lips as insults were apparently thrown. It was impossible to tell, considering they weren't speaking any common tongue. "Chea zihyt! Chea zihyt! Chea weppefox quo, i'pp kim cheak toukh eah unx woox ih he hto taquunj chea tuho!" Sybil snarled to the siren, her body lunged forward with surprising speed to try and scratched the down siren. If anyone stopped her, she attempted to bite said person while the siren taunted back.
"Ftoko ij cheak quehtok? Chea yunneh tixo fihteah tok toko. Tanhok'j laoon? Chea uko u taquun, wiphtch zpeex!" The siren taunted back, her tone clearly suggesting mockery. Certain words and phrases were repeated, but it'd be impossible to tell what they said without Sybil translating it for them. And it was highly unlikely the woman would do such a thing. A few men were even shocked by the fact she managed to get out of her bindings. Was she still as strong as they thought she was?
On the command to fire, the harpoon struck true. Piercing through the lower half of the siren's tail, a screech sounded from the water as she instantly began to thrash widely. No matter the pain they faced, sirens never gave up fighting. It made them even more difficult to pin down. Bubbles began to steam from the water where her blood leaked, the acidic nature of it revealed. No shark would be drawn to the scent, that's for sure. Once the harpoon was clearly embedded in her tail, a net launched over the rest of her body. She'd be easily able to tear through it, but the fiber had been reinforced with steel. It gave the sailors enough time to haul their prey onto the deck, which the crew member was quick to do. His voice was loud as he shouted, though most of the other members couldn't hear him. Save for Sybil, of course. "Look at you! Such a pretty little bitch, ain'tcha? I love the blue ones, shame they always die the fastest. Ah, you're bleeding everywhere darlin'. Such a pretty smile," he cooed to the siren, who screeched and thrashed in the netting. Once properly pulled up, she was thrown to the side and onto the deck.
Sybil had been sitting silently next to the mooring anchor as she surveyed the deck for a weapon, but the thump of her body roused the woman to look over. Instantly, her eyes narrowed and a spitting hiss sounded. The siren reacted the same way, blood flying from her lips as insults were apparently thrown. It was impossible to tell, considering they weren't speaking any common tongue. "Chea zihyt! Chea zihyt! Chea weppefox quo, i'pp kim cheak toukh eah unx woox ih he hto taquunj chea tuho!" Sybil snarled to the siren, her body lunged forward with surprising speed to try and scratched the down siren. If anyone stopped her, she attempted to bite said person while the siren taunted back.
"Ftoko ij cheak quehtok? Chea yunneh tixo fihteah tok toko. Tanhok'j laoon? Chea uko u taquun, wiphtch zpeex!" The siren taunted back, her tone clearly suggesting mockery. Certain words and phrases were repeated, but it'd be impossible to tell what they said without Sybil translating it for them. And it was highly unlikely the woman would do such a thing. A few men were even shocked by the fact she managed to get out of her bindings. Was she still as strong as they thought she was?
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Sir Sunrise
"Ha HA!" Marquis laughed in delight as she was reeled in, making sure to keep a wide birth between the spray of blood and the siren herself. Once she was dropped to the deck, men already moving to fully restrain her, Marquis was quick to notice there was only one woman on the deck. The guttural language that hissed to their catch got his attention, and in an attempt to interpose the two he himself would end up being bitten. His right arm raising as her fortunately human teeth caught him by the forearm. A curse, sounding before his left hand came up and grabbed her by the hair, violently ripping her off and keeping his grip.
"Fucking savages! Someone, tie her up immediately." Marquis ordered, holding Sybil at arms distance with a handful of her hair in hand. The way he raised her made it so her feet barely touched the deck below, forcing her to be on her tip toes least she wants to feel the sting of her hair being pulled. "And dress her up, for fucks sake. I'm trying to be hard at work here, not hard while working." As he made these orders a couple men came to quickly do as asked. A coat, the captains that was dropped before his dive, would be forced upon her. Though not before tying her wrists behind her back this time. Once the coat was around her, just for safe measures, it would be tied around her so she was more or less cocooned in the heavy fabric.
With that out of the way, and two holes in his forearm that trickled with blood, Marquis would curse under his breath while looking to his arm and walking towards the panicking Siren. Giving it a momentary look, he'd simply raise his leg and stomp down on its head. "Shut the fuck up. Unless you want an unpleasant, you better start speaking common." He'd threaten, no longer in the mood for such antics. The crew had missed on dinner thanks to the arrival of these two, and he knew damn well they only needed one. Would this blue bottomed beauty have something like the queens location to offer, or would she try and sing only to take a boot to the head again.
One thing was clear. Sybil was a merciless hunter, luring men and ripping their hearts from their chest. She may even see a bit of herself now in Marquis, because the way he so casually hurt the other Siren made it obvious that he felt nothing while doing so. Oddly enough, other than yanking her hair, he didn't retaliate from the bite by harming her back. Perhaps maybe she'd start being useful and interpret for them, that, or she'd happily watch her turn to sea foam.
"Fucking savages! Someone, tie her up immediately." Marquis ordered, holding Sybil at arms distance with a handful of her hair in hand. The way he raised her made it so her feet barely touched the deck below, forcing her to be on her tip toes least she wants to feel the sting of her hair being pulled. "And dress her up, for fucks sake. I'm trying to be hard at work here, not hard while working." As he made these orders a couple men came to quickly do as asked. A coat, the captains that was dropped before his dive, would be forced upon her. Though not before tying her wrists behind her back this time. Once the coat was around her, just for safe measures, it would be tied around her so she was more or less cocooned in the heavy fabric.
With that out of the way, and two holes in his forearm that trickled with blood, Marquis would curse under his breath while looking to his arm and walking towards the panicking Siren. Giving it a momentary look, he'd simply raise his leg and stomp down on its head. "Shut the fuck up. Unless you want an unpleasant, you better start speaking common." He'd threaten, no longer in the mood for such antics. The crew had missed on dinner thanks to the arrival of these two, and he knew damn well they only needed one. Would this blue bottomed beauty have something like the queens location to offer, or would she try and sing only to take a boot to the head again.
One thing was clear. Sybil was a merciless hunter, luring men and ripping their hearts from their chest. She may even see a bit of herself now in Marquis, because the way he so casually hurt the other Siren made it obvious that he felt nothing while doing so. Oddly enough, other than yanking her hair, he didn't retaliate from the bite by harming her back. Perhaps maybe she'd start being useful and interpret for them, that, or she'd happily watch her turn to sea foam.
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A screech of pain sounded from Sybil as her hair was tugged back, tears stinging at the corner of her eyes. "Ef! Quic tuik!" She shouted, unable to switch back to common to express her pain. She already struggled enough to stand on her own two feet, but now she was being held up by her wet locks. A hand reached up to try and grip under his hand to lessen the pain, the siren on deck laughing at just how weak Sybil seemed. Blood was dripping from the corner of her lips. It belonged to Marquis, but she didn't even think to try and lick it up. Another hiss of pain sounded as her hands were ripped away from her hair and tied behind her, and she even thrashed a bit at the thought of putting his coat on. She didn't need a jacket, sirens just didn't wear clothes. With the sleeves tied off and pain clear on her face, Sybil was seemingly subdued at the moment. Even if she had chomped right down on the arm of Marquis, she was aiming to attack her fellow kind. Just what kind of woman had they fished out from the sea?
The stomp sent the siren's head bouncing against the deck, acidic blood slipping from her lips. It fizzled onto the deck, burning a bit into it. From behind Marquis, Sybil gave off a sneer at her pain. No wonder sirens were seen as such nasty things. They laughed at the pain of others, as if it was a common joke. Did they truly despise each other that much? Either way, the siren on the ground gave her tail a weak flick. Foam was starting to spread across the wound already, and she seemed aware of her coming demise. Instead of answering Marquis, she ended up ignoring him. She was well aware of her coming death, so why bother speaking to a human about it?
Instead, she stared at the still seething Sybil. Her words were slow and bitter, meant only for one person here. "Peer uh chea. Chea uko nehtinv queko htun u moh he htoqu nef. Cheak quehtok fuj kivth he jmpih cheak huip, chea rippox cheak efn he mkehoyh u taquun. Fuj ih fekht ih, Sybil?" She taunted as the foam crept up her tail, and Sybil visibly stiffened up in silence. The only clear thing the siren had said was 'Sybil,' but the statement had finally shut up the woman. The silence only lasted a few moments however, and soon Sybil was felt rushing past Marquis as a man shouted.
In an instant, her foot had shoved itself inside the mouth of the siren. A surprised gurgle left her throat, blood already seeping out from the corner of her lips. Burning flesh began to scent the air as the dark liquid came into contact with her skin, but Sybil didn't pull away. Instead she began to force her head further and further back, the rest of the siren's body stiff. After all, she had been tied down by the crew. Another muffled screech left the siren as Sybil snarled, her head titled all the way back down. "Sajh he joo cheak noyr jnum." The words were snarled out to the siren, before a loud snap was heard.
Sybil had broken the witch's neck backwards, and a bone protruded from her neck. It only lasted for a few seconds, as foam was quickly overtaking the now deceased siren. When her mouth had finally faded away into a wet mess, Sybil attempted to lower her foot down. A groan of pain sounded, the blood having burned it up pretty badly. It didn't matter, however. She had just done something very interesting.
She killed a siren.
The stomp sent the siren's head bouncing against the deck, acidic blood slipping from her lips. It fizzled onto the deck, burning a bit into it. From behind Marquis, Sybil gave off a sneer at her pain. No wonder sirens were seen as such nasty things. They laughed at the pain of others, as if it was a common joke. Did they truly despise each other that much? Either way, the siren on the ground gave her tail a weak flick. Foam was starting to spread across the wound already, and she seemed aware of her coming demise. Instead of answering Marquis, she ended up ignoring him. She was well aware of her coming death, so why bother speaking to a human about it?
Instead, she stared at the still seething Sybil. Her words were slow and bitter, meant only for one person here. "Peer uh chea. Chea uko nehtinv queko htun u moh he htoqu nef. Cheak quehtok fuj kivth he jmpih cheak huip, chea rippox cheak efn he mkehoyh u taquun. Fuj ih fekht ih, Sybil?" She taunted as the foam crept up her tail, and Sybil visibly stiffened up in silence. The only clear thing the siren had said was 'Sybil,' but the statement had finally shut up the woman. The silence only lasted a few moments however, and soon Sybil was felt rushing past Marquis as a man shouted.
In an instant, her foot had shoved itself inside the mouth of the siren. A surprised gurgle left her throat, blood already seeping out from the corner of her lips. Burning flesh began to scent the air as the dark liquid came into contact with her skin, but Sybil didn't pull away. Instead she began to force her head further and further back, the rest of the siren's body stiff. After all, she had been tied down by the crew. Another muffled screech left the siren as Sybil snarled, her head titled all the way back down. "Sajh he joo cheak noyr jnum." The words were snarled out to the siren, before a loud snap was heard.
Sybil had broken the witch's neck backwards, and a bone protruded from her neck. It only lasted for a few seconds, as foam was quickly overtaking the now deceased siren. When her mouth had finally faded away into a wet mess, Sybil attempted to lower her foot down. A groan of pain sounded, the blood having burned it up pretty badly. It didn't matter, however. She had just done something very interesting.
She killed a siren.
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Sir Sunrise
Pretty much everyone on the ship remained still, a certain silence cast over the crew as they watched the creature of beauty mangled and now dissolving into sea foam. Marquis himself watched with morbid curiosity. It was possible these two actually hated one another, or maybe he didn't know their kind as well as he thought he did. It was also possible this was Sybils means of trying to get a cover up, and earn some slack from the Songbird. They would certainly have tortured her for information, seeing as she wouldn't just turn to foam on them, but now? It wouldn't be right, morally, to think of her as nothing more than an enemy siren.
So for now, he'd have to endure some moral questioning.
"Take her to the brig. Lock her in a cell with only a water skin, no food." He gave the order without even looking to Sybil, still watching the deceased Siren turn to foam before his very eyes. Fortunately, his crew would be quick to act. Hoisting her up, and no matter how much she kicked and screamed, she'd be brought down to the lowest part of the ship and locked in a ten by ten cell with nothing in it but a heap of hay to sleep in, a bucket, and soon enough a water skin to drink from. Though they did cut her binds, they'd also left her with the captains coat oddly enough. A fortunate forget, since here in the ship she was below sea level, and it got quite cold.
Once that was all taken care of, the deck would be cleaned and the crew would go back to dinner. Heard above her soon enough would be the slow rise in volume as the ship began to settle down from the events and go back to their merry ways. It only took about an hour and a half, but soon through the ceiling above her she'd hear the reverberation of an instrument. A Spanish guitar was being played, and while it wasn't close to the beauty of a sirens song, it was an unfamiliar tune that created music. Something impossible under the oceans waves. Unknown to her, the Captain was playing and others were singing in group.
So for now, he'd have to endure some moral questioning.
"Take her to the brig. Lock her in a cell with only a water skin, no food." He gave the order without even looking to Sybil, still watching the deceased Siren turn to foam before his very eyes. Fortunately, his crew would be quick to act. Hoisting her up, and no matter how much she kicked and screamed, she'd be brought down to the lowest part of the ship and locked in a ten by ten cell with nothing in it but a heap of hay to sleep in, a bucket, and soon enough a water skin to drink from. Though they did cut her binds, they'd also left her with the captains coat oddly enough. A fortunate forget, since here in the ship she was below sea level, and it got quite cold.
Once that was all taken care of, the deck would be cleaned and the crew would go back to dinner. Heard above her soon enough would be the slow rise in volume as the ship began to settle down from the events and go back to their merry ways. It only took about an hour and a half, but soon through the ceiling above her she'd hear the reverberation of an instrument. A Spanish guitar was being played, and while it wasn't close to the beauty of a sirens song, it was an unfamiliar tune that created music. Something impossible under the oceans waves. Unknown to her, the Captain was playing and others were singing in group.
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Oh, she very much screamed and kicked. Some men would likely be left with bruised thighs with how much she struggled, unable to scratch. Her head was thrown back as she snarled, but her struggling slowed down once she caught sight of the sea foam on the deck. The siren she had killed-- Mira, was no longer there. When she got her tail back, would that crime be forgiven? Technically, she hadn't killed her as a siren. Besides, no one had even liked her. (Not like that was much of an excuse for murder.) Her foot ached in pain, the burns started to blister and boil on the delicate new skin. It would most definitely leave a scar there, or several. Not to mention the several puncture wounds from Mira's sharp teeth. A trail of blood was left dripping behind her as they finally reached the cell, and she wasn't even moving when the men tossed her in. When the binds were hesitantly removed, they scurried out in a fear and shut the door. Who in their right mind would want to say in a cell with a woman who just snapped someone's neck with her foot?
Sitting alone in her cell, Sybil could only stare down at her bleeding foot. A pool of warm blood was starting to form under it, but what was she to do? The woman had no history with injuries, and tending to human injuries was far beyond her capabilities. Her leg slowly raised upward, and a splash of blood fell down into the puddle below. Admittedly, this brought her thoughts elsewhere. She was currently trapped in a ship surrounded by humans, and no siren would ever help her. Was she scared?
No, absolutely not. Sirens never got scared, it just wasn't a thing. Even in the final moments of their lives, they weren't scared. They were just angry. But a low sinking feeling was starting to grow in her stomach, and her throat felt parched. (Unknown to Sybil, it mostly just meant she was hungry. Sirens didn't exactly eat, and she wasn't aware she had to consume food now.) A sense of dread washed over her for a moment at the thought of feeling fear. It was a human emotion, and solely human at that.
Her attention was dragged away from the thoughts of fear when she heard the guitar play. It was a melody for sure, but was that a human singing? She had never stuck around long enough to hear them, so perhaps that's what they sounded like. Listening to it, her body began to lightly sway back and forth. Perhaps if she waited long enough, the wound on her foot would close up.
Sitting alone in her cell, Sybil could only stare down at her bleeding foot. A pool of warm blood was starting to form under it, but what was she to do? The woman had no history with injuries, and tending to human injuries was far beyond her capabilities. Her leg slowly raised upward, and a splash of blood fell down into the puddle below. Admittedly, this brought her thoughts elsewhere. She was currently trapped in a ship surrounded by humans, and no siren would ever help her. Was she scared?
No, absolutely not. Sirens never got scared, it just wasn't a thing. Even in the final moments of their lives, they weren't scared. They were just angry. But a low sinking feeling was starting to grow in her stomach, and her throat felt parched. (Unknown to Sybil, it mostly just meant she was hungry. Sirens didn't exactly eat, and she wasn't aware she had to consume food now.) A sense of dread washed over her for a moment at the thought of feeling fear. It was a human emotion, and solely human at that.
Her attention was dragged away from the thoughts of fear when she heard the guitar play. It was a melody for sure, but was that a human singing? She had never stuck around long enough to hear them, so perhaps that's what they sounded like. Listening to it, her body began to lightly sway back and forth. Perhaps if she waited long enough, the wound on her foot would close up.
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Sir Sunrise
The night would continue, and soon enough the chatter and music would still. The rowdy crew finally settling in, the rest of the evening would begin its silent approach. Hours would begin to pass, many changing their watch duty on the ship, as well as changing navigators. Eventually one would get curious and come down to see Sybil, and feeling a little pity he'd actually supply her with some cloth to wrap her wounds. Not helping other than tossing it in, he'd explain how to cover them to staunch any remaining bleeding.
Eventually during the silence and boredom, and likely exhaustion of what must have been a long day, she'd fall asleep. If not, the night would go without real company, and morning soon came. Still, none came to her cell, save for another crew member restocking her water and giving her a new water skin. Noon, and the crew was heard enjoying lunch together - The scent of a pungent seafood stew wafting through the wooden planks into her cell. Again, music would start to sound though this time an accordion and harmonica, a few other crew mates starting to perform while all others ate. Unknown to her, those who played got a little extra food. Yet there she was, with nothing but an empty stomach and aching foot.
Any sounds she made would be ignored, even if she screamed bloody murder, at least until the late evening. Alejandro would come down, clearly unhappy about the order he'd just received. Coming to a stop just outside the cell, he'd begin sifting through keys until he got to the one for the cell. Reaching out, the door would be unlocked, and then opened. "Captain has requested you in his quarters, I trust I won't have to tie you up?" The way he said that made it seem as though he'd take great joy in doing so, maybe even giving her a good backhand or two to make sure she got the point that acting civil was the best way to keep from being hurt. If of course she complied, he'd lead her through the ship, and to the captain. A full twenty four hours in a cell without company, and as she approached the above deck private quarters, the mixed smell of food was wafting from the closed door.
Eventually during the silence and boredom, and likely exhaustion of what must have been a long day, she'd fall asleep. If not, the night would go without real company, and morning soon came. Still, none came to her cell, save for another crew member restocking her water and giving her a new water skin. Noon, and the crew was heard enjoying lunch together - The scent of a pungent seafood stew wafting through the wooden planks into her cell. Again, music would start to sound though this time an accordion and harmonica, a few other crew mates starting to perform while all others ate. Unknown to her, those who played got a little extra food. Yet there she was, with nothing but an empty stomach and aching foot.
Any sounds she made would be ignored, even if she screamed bloody murder, at least until the late evening. Alejandro would come down, clearly unhappy about the order he'd just received. Coming to a stop just outside the cell, he'd begin sifting through keys until he got to the one for the cell. Reaching out, the door would be unlocked, and then opened. "Captain has requested you in his quarters, I trust I won't have to tie you up?" The way he said that made it seem as though he'd take great joy in doing so, maybe even giving her a good backhand or two to make sure she got the point that acting civil was the best way to keep from being hurt. If of course she complied, he'd lead her through the ship, and to the captain. A full twenty four hours in a cell without company, and as she approached the above deck private quarters, the mixed smell of food was wafting from the closed door.
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The entire time Sybil was stuck down in the cell, they heard nothing from her. She only muttered something to the man who brought her the gauze, her fingers clumsy as she attempted to properly wrap her wound. Humans healed so slowly...This kind of burn and cut would be long gone if it was on her tail. The dressing of the wound would hardly help, the bandages soon soaked thoroughly with her own dark blood. Despite the constant throbbing she felt from that leg, she never made a peep about it. Water skins were tucked away under the hay for some reason, the woman refusing to drink a single one. She wasn't an idiot, what if they had poisoned her water? Whenever a man came back with a new skin, she never begged for food. Her stomach growled at the scents wafting down, but she couldn't even begin to understand that she'd possibly need to eat.
Being alone wasn't exactly something new to Sybil. She spent weeks of her life without contact of other sirens, drifting the waves and scaring men. Social gatherings were highly discouraged, and shown as a sign of weakness. Sitting in the cold cell as she shivered, Sybil only did what she was used to. She thought to herself. She thought about how she'd escape, or how she'd seduce the Captain into letting her see a map of the seas. It couldn't possibly be that hard, right? He was clearly as dangerous as any other hunter, given just how easily he had thrown Mira on board and stomped her head. Then again, Sybil was the one to snap her neck back. That Marquis...He was the perfect prey for the Hunter's Queen. His heart would be a trophy to gloat about, and show off to the needy sirens desperate for something so powerful. A faint smile slipped over her lips as her head rolled to the side, cradled in the large sleeve of the jacket. The bitter cold was starting to set in, but all she did was shiver.
When Alejandro arrived to her hours later, Sybil slowly shifted her gaze over to the man. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, though Alejandro may see the act in a different light. A small sneer was her only reply to his comment about tying her up. Standing, she ended up putting her full weight against her injured foot. A wince of pain shot across her features, but she then walked on said foot. The wounds easily reopened, but she said nothing as she began to follow the man. Her hair had long since dried, the fluffy mess huge behind her. It nearly reached the floor, just safely brushing at the back of her ankles. Sirens kept it long, but hers was by far the longest.
Fortunately for Alejandro, Sybil wasn't much of a talker. By the time they reached the door, her hand simply grasped the knob and pushed on it a few times. A grunt of disapproval sounded before figured to turn it. Once it was open, the Siren entered his quarters.
And her stomach growled.
Being alone wasn't exactly something new to Sybil. She spent weeks of her life without contact of other sirens, drifting the waves and scaring men. Social gatherings were highly discouraged, and shown as a sign of weakness. Sitting in the cold cell as she shivered, Sybil only did what she was used to. She thought to herself. She thought about how she'd escape, or how she'd seduce the Captain into letting her see a map of the seas. It couldn't possibly be that hard, right? He was clearly as dangerous as any other hunter, given just how easily he had thrown Mira on board and stomped her head. Then again, Sybil was the one to snap her neck back. That Marquis...He was the perfect prey for the Hunter's Queen. His heart would be a trophy to gloat about, and show off to the needy sirens desperate for something so powerful. A faint smile slipped over her lips as her head rolled to the side, cradled in the large sleeve of the jacket. The bitter cold was starting to set in, but all she did was shiver.
When Alejandro arrived to her hours later, Sybil slowly shifted her gaze over to the man. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, though Alejandro may see the act in a different light. A small sneer was her only reply to his comment about tying her up. Standing, she ended up putting her full weight against her injured foot. A wince of pain shot across her features, but she then walked on said foot. The wounds easily reopened, but she said nothing as she began to follow the man. Her hair had long since dried, the fluffy mess huge behind her. It nearly reached the floor, just safely brushing at the back of her ankles. Sirens kept it long, but hers was by far the longest.
Fortunately for Alejandro, Sybil wasn't much of a talker. By the time they reached the door, her hand simply grasped the knob and pushed on it a few times. A grunt of disapproval sounded before figured to turn it. Once it was open, the Siren entered his quarters.
And her stomach growled.
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Early
Sir Sunrise
The captains quarters and the entrance too it was above deck, the helm itself directly above it. Her best guess wouldn't even begin to scrape the reality of the interior, the doors opening to the massive space inside and showing the true comfort in which the captain of the ship gets to live in. The rest of the crew at least had beds, and space of their own considering the galley they manned was that of an imperial warship, but this - this was excessive. With the entire back wall being floor to ceiling windows showing the sea they sail away from, the baroque style was clear with the heavy accents of red and gold. Gold which very may well be real gold. Along with that, a multitude of stringed instruments are hung up and secured throughout the room, one of which in the hands of Marquis as he was leaning back on only two legs of one of the chairs at the table in the center of the room.
The table of course had a full meal displayed upon it, a roasted seabird with potatoes and carrots around its border. A brick of cheese and dried fruits with crackers to eat it with, and a small marzipan cake preserved in the frosting itself. Two silver chalices filled with red wine, and a water in crystal cups. A clear luxury, one you'd expect when dining with an infamous pirate who'd more or less always done and taken whatever he'd wanted. Now tuning one of his many guitars while balancing on the back legs of the chair, Marquis would be wearing only a loose fitted frilled shirt and the standard buccaneer pants he'd had on the day prior. His hat was on the table before him, and his long hair was hanging low past his face and down to the center of his back.
Looking from what he was working on towards the entryway, one of the hooped ear rings would glimmer in the light from the setting sun that was to the ships back; its orange and red rays making the room look alive with a dark mystery. "Welcome, Sybil. I hope you've had time to think about how you should act, and I trust you won't make me regret not having you brought to me bound in rope." Marquis spoke with a low voice, not condescending but rather offering a solemn warning. Should she act out, he had no reason to allow her the freedom to continue.
"Captain, at least let me-" Alejandro tried to protest, and judging from the eye roll and sigh by Marquis this was clearly a continuation from a prior conversation. "That'll be all, Alejandro."
With there clearly not being any room to negotiate, the vice captain would give a sigh before shaking his head and closing the door behind himself as he left. This meant it was just Sybil and Marquis, a man who had an empty plate before himself - A clear sign that he'd been patient enough to wait, though how how could Sybil possibly know that or any other human traditions. Instead, he'd gesture towards the seat across from him and go right back to tuning the acoustic instrument he held.
Of course he took notice to her foot, and how she'd yet to heal from the wounds she'd gotten while killing one of her kin. Of course they hadn't exactly patched her up, but he'd seen Sirens he was confident had wounds that should have killed, and half expected her to just heal overnight. Looks like she was truly on the edge of being a mortal human like everyone else.
The table of course had a full meal displayed upon it, a roasted seabird with potatoes and carrots around its border. A brick of cheese and dried fruits with crackers to eat it with, and a small marzipan cake preserved in the frosting itself. Two silver chalices filled with red wine, and a water in crystal cups. A clear luxury, one you'd expect when dining with an infamous pirate who'd more or less always done and taken whatever he'd wanted. Now tuning one of his many guitars while balancing on the back legs of the chair, Marquis would be wearing only a loose fitted frilled shirt and the standard buccaneer pants he'd had on the day prior. His hat was on the table before him, and his long hair was hanging low past his face and down to the center of his back.
Looking from what he was working on towards the entryway, one of the hooped ear rings would glimmer in the light from the setting sun that was to the ships back; its orange and red rays making the room look alive with a dark mystery. "Welcome, Sybil. I hope you've had time to think about how you should act, and I trust you won't make me regret not having you brought to me bound in rope." Marquis spoke with a low voice, not condescending but rather offering a solemn warning. Should she act out, he had no reason to allow her the freedom to continue.
"Captain, at least let me-" Alejandro tried to protest, and judging from the eye roll and sigh by Marquis this was clearly a continuation from a prior conversation. "That'll be all, Alejandro."
With there clearly not being any room to negotiate, the vice captain would give a sigh before shaking his head and closing the door behind himself as he left. This meant it was just Sybil and Marquis, a man who had an empty plate before himself - A clear sign that he'd been patient enough to wait, though how how could Sybil possibly know that or any other human traditions. Instead, he'd gesture towards the seat across from him and go right back to tuning the acoustic instrument he held.
Of course he took notice to her foot, and how she'd yet to heal from the wounds she'd gotten while killing one of her kin. Of course they hadn't exactly patched her up, but he'd seen Sirens he was confident had wounds that should have killed, and half expected her to just heal overnight. Looks like she was truly on the edge of being a mortal human like everyone else.
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The overwhelming scent hit her at once, her stomach giving another loud protesting growl. Like it or not, her body now required food. Her head turned sharply to watch Alejandro leave, and a certain look overtook her features when the door shut. It was the same look she had on her face when thrown into the cell. Sirens weren't exactly good with confined spaces, given their overall roaming nature. Still, the allure of food was too much. With a limping gait, she made her way silently over to the table. Instead of sitting down, she found herself standing next to the food and staring down at it. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips again, the skin more cracked than ever. It was something so shockingly human on her unnaturally beautiful features-- It made her more natural looking. Her moments were quick, and soon she had snatched up a cracker to sniff at it. The mannerism may be odd, but perhaps Marquis expected such an act. She wasn't exactly human, after all.
At least not in nature.
After determining the cracker was safe to eat, she quickly shoved it into her mouth and grabbed several others to follow. It didn't dawn on her that the cheese was meant to go with it, or that the bird was even to eat. Though she did grab a handful of potatoes and carrots to scarf down, not even bothering to sniff those. It was messy, for sure. The front of the jacket she wore now hung open, hardly covering a thing up. Add that to her wild hair and janky foot, she was a bit all over the place. Definitely not the perfect sea-witch many had come to fear.
Once she had finished her rapid feast, Sybil found herself falling backwards into the chair to lick at her own fingers greedily. The hunger pangs in her stomach were now gone, but she had no idea where the hell the food went. (That'd be fun in a few hours.) Instead, she began to eye Marquis with a certain caution. As if she hadn't seen him before, and getting the food was her sole intent. She seemed to move on a basis to basis list, attending to what needed her attention most at the moment. A slight grunt sounded, before she brought her bloody foot upward and onto the table. The bandages were ruined at this point, and nearly falling apart from how much blood at soaked through. Yet she spoke in a casual tone as she stared at the injury.
"How do humans heal these? It hurts, and I dislike it."
At least not in nature.
After determining the cracker was safe to eat, she quickly shoved it into her mouth and grabbed several others to follow. It didn't dawn on her that the cheese was meant to go with it, or that the bird was even to eat. Though she did grab a handful of potatoes and carrots to scarf down, not even bothering to sniff those. It was messy, for sure. The front of the jacket she wore now hung open, hardly covering a thing up. Add that to her wild hair and janky foot, she was a bit all over the place. Definitely not the perfect sea-witch many had come to fear.
Once she had finished her rapid feast, Sybil found herself falling backwards into the chair to lick at her own fingers greedily. The hunger pangs in her stomach were now gone, but she had no idea where the hell the food went. (That'd be fun in a few hours.) Instead, she began to eye Marquis with a certain caution. As if she hadn't seen him before, and getting the food was her sole intent. She seemed to move on a basis to basis list, attending to what needed her attention most at the moment. A slight grunt sounded, before she brought her bloody foot upward and onto the table. The bandages were ruined at this point, and nearly falling apart from how much blood at soaked through. Yet she spoke in a casual tone as she stared at the injury.
"How do humans heal these? It hurts, and I dislike it."
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Sir Sunrise
Watching her eat for a moment, he couldn't help but hold true to his belief that these creatures were nothing but savages. Akin to settlers when traveling to far away new lands and their thoughts on the natives, Marquis felt as though Sirens were indeed lesser beings. Uncivilized and unaware of the common world, they were dated and had no place in the future that the world had in store. After all, they were vermin that were halting progress what with their incessant killing of those who try to sail the seas.
Though, here a Siren was, or at least what used to be one. Shoveling piping hot tatoes down her gullet like she had truly no idea how to even eat human food. The silverware and plate before her on her side all but unused. Letting out a tsk as she ate, he'd suddenly find his own gaze wandering a little too freely through the opening of his coat that she wore, catching himself staring a bit low only to avert his gaze back to his instrument. Plucking now and again to make sure the sound he was going for was correct, the crisp twang echoing in the large wooden room. Finally, however, Sybil would find her seat - Though immediately after she'd raise her bloodied foot and rest it upon the very table he planned on eating at. "How improper of you." Says the pirate, giving her a look of annoyance for all but a moment.
Hearing her out in her complaints, his eyes would move down her long legs before finding the actual wounded parts she was referring to. "Well, you need to stop walking on it." He began, not an expert on medicine but one didn't need to in order to understand she took absolutely zero measures to apply self aid to her wound. The fact the bandaging was even holding was a miracle on its own. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was starting to get infected, you may end up losing your leg if it goes untreated." Marquis casually commented, as if it were just a normal thing. Though, she was barely getting the hang of having two legs - How would she cope with one? "I could, if you'd allow me, dress your wound properly. It will hurt, and I would need a guarantee you'll stop from doing anything rash while in pain."
Truthfully he'd expected her to claw at him the moment he were in arms reach, and he was ready to bust her nose open if she was still having a hard time understanding the definition of captive and captor. Yet, if she was able to be a good prisoner there was no need to be violent with her - She could be feed, sleep in an actual cot, and even have her wounds treated. Or, when they finally reach land they can drag her out before the King with likely a foot missing and a malnourished and abused body from the long voyage back that would be full of mistreatment. In the end it was her call, and entirely dependent on her attitude.
Though, here a Siren was, or at least what used to be one. Shoveling piping hot tatoes down her gullet like she had truly no idea how to even eat human food. The silverware and plate before her on her side all but unused. Letting out a tsk as she ate, he'd suddenly find his own gaze wandering a little too freely through the opening of his coat that she wore, catching himself staring a bit low only to avert his gaze back to his instrument. Plucking now and again to make sure the sound he was going for was correct, the crisp twang echoing in the large wooden room. Finally, however, Sybil would find her seat - Though immediately after she'd raise her bloodied foot and rest it upon the very table he planned on eating at. "How improper of you." Says the pirate, giving her a look of annoyance for all but a moment.
Hearing her out in her complaints, his eyes would move down her long legs before finding the actual wounded parts she was referring to. "Well, you need to stop walking on it." He began, not an expert on medicine but one didn't need to in order to understand she took absolutely zero measures to apply self aid to her wound. The fact the bandaging was even holding was a miracle on its own. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was starting to get infected, you may end up losing your leg if it goes untreated." Marquis casually commented, as if it were just a normal thing. Though, she was barely getting the hang of having two legs - How would she cope with one? "I could, if you'd allow me, dress your wound properly. It will hurt, and I would need a guarantee you'll stop from doing anything rash while in pain."
Truthfully he'd expected her to claw at him the moment he were in arms reach, and he was ready to bust her nose open if she was still having a hard time understanding the definition of captive and captor. Yet, if she was able to be a good prisoner there was no need to be violent with her - She could be feed, sleep in an actual cot, and even have her wounds treated. Or, when they finally reach land they can drag her out before the King with likely a foot missing and a malnourished and abused body from the long voyage back that would be full of mistreatment. In the end it was her call, and entirely dependent on her attitude.
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At the mention of infection and losing a limb, Sybil blanched a bit. Sure, she absolutely despised her own pair of slender legs, but she needed them at the moment. She already had a hard enough time walking on two, not to mention she'd need both of them to properly get her tail back. On the other hand, however, that meant allowing Marquis to touch her injury. Since sirens naturally healed fast, wounds were kept secretive and to themselves. If another siren saw one injured, they may just wait around and even try to worsen it. It wouldn't be a direct kill, and now the uninjured siren had plenty of new hearts. Her eyes drifted away from her ankle, before she leaned forward to pluck up one of the knives. Unfamiliar with most silverware, this was something she knew about. With her gaze now focused on the blade, she lightly ran her fingertip along it. No cut yet, but it was a dangerous game. His offer was considered, before she turned the blade to point it at him.
"I will allow you to dress my wound, but I want to hold that item in return. Pain is hardly an issue to me, but it's only fair I get to see something in return," she said, motioning to the guitar he held. Despite her almost monotone voice, there was a lick of curiosity on her face. Sirens were known for their music, but they never used instruments. It should come at no surprise that the woman was intrigued by the item that managed to replicate music, and it was quite possibly the first time Sybil didn't look downright malicious when speaking to Marquis.
Drawing her leg off the table, she pushed her chair backwards. A flash of pain slipped over her features as weight was placed down on her foot, but she ended up lifting it into the air a moment later. He had said to stop putting weight on it, but how was she to walk with one foot? Looking down at the table, her hands moved to brace again it. A bunny hop followed as she scooted over to him, the jacket fully hanging open at this point. It made sense that a siren didn't care too much about being in the nude, why would they? Constantly naked in the sea, most 'intimate' sections were covered by scales. After a few small hops, she now stood in front of him. Likely a bit too close considering her outfit choice, but her face made it clear she just wanted her wound cleaned up.
"There, I even put the knife down so you will not think I am trying to kill you yet," she said, her tone becoming a bit sarcastic. The joke may not hold up too well, considering how she bit him only a day ago. Then again, it looked like she was about to bite anyone who got in her way.
"I will allow you to dress my wound, but I want to hold that item in return. Pain is hardly an issue to me, but it's only fair I get to see something in return," she said, motioning to the guitar he held. Despite her almost monotone voice, there was a lick of curiosity on her face. Sirens were known for their music, but they never used instruments. It should come at no surprise that the woman was intrigued by the item that managed to replicate music, and it was quite possibly the first time Sybil didn't look downright malicious when speaking to Marquis.
Drawing her leg off the table, she pushed her chair backwards. A flash of pain slipped over her features as weight was placed down on her foot, but she ended up lifting it into the air a moment later. He had said to stop putting weight on it, but how was she to walk with one foot? Looking down at the table, her hands moved to brace again it. A bunny hop followed as she scooted over to him, the jacket fully hanging open at this point. It made sense that a siren didn't care too much about being in the nude, why would they? Constantly naked in the sea, most 'intimate' sections were covered by scales. After a few small hops, she now stood in front of him. Likely a bit too close considering her outfit choice, but her face made it clear she just wanted her wound cleaned up.
"There, I even put the knife down so you will not think I am trying to kill you yet," she said, her tone becoming a bit sarcastic. The joke may not hold up too well, considering how she bit him only a day ago. Then again, it looked like she was about to bite anyone who got in her way.
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Early
Sir Sunrise
Yet.
Marquis kept a careful eye on the Siren as she approached, watching as she was barely supporting herself up while enduring obvious pain. It seemed this sort of suffering was foreign to her, and he couldn't help but feel as though it wasn't deserved. It's not like he got the chance to do it, and claim it was violence against a Siren. No, for Sybil got these wounds by killing a Siren, which on its own made him feel a little obligated to tend to those very wounds.
With her demand made, an odd trade for his help - She wanted something given to her as a reward for letting him help her. The very thought bringing a hearty chuckle from Marquis as she now stood before him, coat open and the goods in plain sight. "Fine, fine. It's called a guitar." While speaking, he'd first move to lean the instrument against the table, immediately after he'd lean forward and bring his hands to her. Taking the buttons of the coat between his fingers, he'd close it up and start clasping it as to actually conceal her. After all, a beautiful Siren walking around presenting herself while barely in his coat was hardly an offer he could withstand for very long. A life on the sea was rather lacking in female companionship, after all.
"Alright, so-" After she was buttoned up, he'd move to stand. Fortunately she was unarmed, because as he moved to take her arm he'd offer himself as support to lean on. "- I have to bring you to the bed, then I'll take a look at your foot. While I am, you can mess around with the guitar." His other hand grabbed the instrument by the neck, and he'd bring her over to his satin bed; The cushions immediately sinking down under her weight. Heavy pelts and furs decorate it, with red satin sheets and foreign quilts smothering the place of rest. A clear sign of travel, along with all the other trinkets within this cabin. Once Sybil was seated, he'd bring the guitar up and hold it properly for a minute. "This is how you hold it." A quick show, not expecting much considering how inhuman she was, though soon enough he'd offer it to her. Once she held it herself, he'd turn and move towards his desk and start rummaging around for a moment. "Have a bottle of wine and a meal with the beautiful Siren, surely the savage will be respectable and not need a probably infected wound treated while being a genuine pain in the arse."
As Marquis whispered his own complaints, he'd finally pull out a small metal box. Opening, it, he'd then reach down and grab a glass bottle only to shake it to ensure the contents were good. Soon enough, he'd be back at the bedside and lowering himself down on her knees. "Keep your legs closed, I've already seen enough of that honeypot as is." He'd muttered, taking her legs and positioning them so they were closed, knowing well the jacket that acted as a dress for her was lacking anything underneath. Soon after his hands would lower, and he'd open the little box to show an assortment of medical supplies.
"You're supposed to pluck the strings, or strum them to make the pretty sounds. If you do it in a certain order, you make music." Thoughtful as ever, Marquis began to describe the guitar to Sybil to help keep her mind off of the pain. Now unwrapping her foot, he'd first start pouring fresh water over it while gently wiping with a clean cloth, cleaning away the dried blood to truly assess the damage she'd done to herself. Only then could he decide what action should be taken next. "Sounds even better with singing, or when joined by other instruments. Once you get a few together, and a singer, you form what is called a band."
Marquis kept a careful eye on the Siren as she approached, watching as she was barely supporting herself up while enduring obvious pain. It seemed this sort of suffering was foreign to her, and he couldn't help but feel as though it wasn't deserved. It's not like he got the chance to do it, and claim it was violence against a Siren. No, for Sybil got these wounds by killing a Siren, which on its own made him feel a little obligated to tend to those very wounds.
With her demand made, an odd trade for his help - She wanted something given to her as a reward for letting him help her. The very thought bringing a hearty chuckle from Marquis as she now stood before him, coat open and the goods in plain sight. "Fine, fine. It's called a guitar." While speaking, he'd first move to lean the instrument against the table, immediately after he'd lean forward and bring his hands to her. Taking the buttons of the coat between his fingers, he'd close it up and start clasping it as to actually conceal her. After all, a beautiful Siren walking around presenting herself while barely in his coat was hardly an offer he could withstand for very long. A life on the sea was rather lacking in female companionship, after all.
"Alright, so-" After she was buttoned up, he'd move to stand. Fortunately she was unarmed, because as he moved to take her arm he'd offer himself as support to lean on. "- I have to bring you to the bed, then I'll take a look at your foot. While I am, you can mess around with the guitar." His other hand grabbed the instrument by the neck, and he'd bring her over to his satin bed; The cushions immediately sinking down under her weight. Heavy pelts and furs decorate it, with red satin sheets and foreign quilts smothering the place of rest. A clear sign of travel, along with all the other trinkets within this cabin. Once Sybil was seated, he'd bring the guitar up and hold it properly for a minute. "This is how you hold it." A quick show, not expecting much considering how inhuman she was, though soon enough he'd offer it to her. Once she held it herself, he'd turn and move towards his desk and start rummaging around for a moment. "Have a bottle of wine and a meal with the beautiful Siren, surely the savage will be respectable and not need a probably infected wound treated while being a genuine pain in the arse."
As Marquis whispered his own complaints, he'd finally pull out a small metal box. Opening, it, he'd then reach down and grab a glass bottle only to shake it to ensure the contents were good. Soon enough, he'd be back at the bedside and lowering himself down on her knees. "Keep your legs closed, I've already seen enough of that honeypot as is." He'd muttered, taking her legs and positioning them so they were closed, knowing well the jacket that acted as a dress for her was lacking anything underneath. Soon after his hands would lower, and he'd open the little box to show an assortment of medical supplies.
"You're supposed to pluck the strings, or strum them to make the pretty sounds. If you do it in a certain order, you make music." Thoughtful as ever, Marquis began to describe the guitar to Sybil to help keep her mind off of the pain. Now unwrapping her foot, he'd first start pouring fresh water over it while gently wiping with a clean cloth, cleaning away the dried blood to truly assess the damage she'd done to herself. Only then could he decide what action should be taken next. "Sounds even better with singing, or when joined by other instruments. Once you get a few together, and a singer, you form what is called a band."
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