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No damsel in distress,
don't need to save me.
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It's soon the afternoon, and Vera was rounding up her children. The giant orange suns, both of them, fade behind the trees with red leaves, leaving behind a multitude of shadows arching towards the log cabins. It's odd, much like the mauve water, but the occurrence seems to be everywhere. Obviously, these features are common in Wolvernry, but Vera found them inconceivable, yet here they are, directly in front of her, existing. Vera never ventured on land in Aquatica, mostly due to her father's threats, but she believes the land is so much more different here. Something about the air; crisp, clearer, pure. The closest she ever discovered land was her shoulders bobbing up and down on the surface meters away from the land mass. She remembers looking out, spotting the orange and purple islands lining down the coast, near the Deep Trench.
She sighs at the memory, That was such a long, long time ago.
Around the siren, only a handful of the females beckon the young from an enormous sandbox and three forts, made into a playground of sorts. Among the children was the quad, consociating, before the small crowd of kids began to disperse. The babble of children parting and the scent of meat in the air invites the.. pups, as they're called in Wolvernry, in their respective homes for dinner. Vera decides to do the same, comparing the names being screeched in the parental call. To her, it's all the same from here to home. Vera's lips upturned in a small smile at the thought of a simple song for the parental signal. Each Aquatican parent has a secret twist or glamor to their call, and Vera's been eager to try hers out since she found her unique urchins.
With a quick gargle of her throat, she calls to her gen, "Aaahh aah."
Vera has no notice of the other mothers turning to her, stupefied by her sudden holler. They had never heard such a voice, such a clear, open, high-octave vibrato thundering over the Wolvernrians in waves of raw, unconditioned power. Many tremble before her voice while few venture out from their homes in search of the hypnotic lullaby. In the act of the sound, Eira and Atlas are the first to pick up their moona's signal home. Of course, the two scatter back home with the other pups, ignoring their unforeseen shock. The two pay no mind as their moona calls again, hurrying them to their rightful place.
"Ohh ohh, oh," beckons the siren.
This time, Adare and Elsa depart from their newly made acquaintances at the urgency and chase after their siblings. They note the ambiguous expressions applied on others' faces at the wave of their mother's voice. Adare frowns, not particularly happy with the character of some of the strange folk. He wanted to snarl, bite, maim, prove dominance over these animals after their looks of negativity and bewilderment. He marches his way, with Elsa in tow, towards his moona, per her demand. Elsa, herself, furrows her brows at the disapproving looks her moona receives, not at all appreciating their behavior nor their disrespect. She follows after her brother, glaring at every adult she passes as well.
Vera pays no mind to the others as her children file in the giant shelter Marzena and her mate provides. Everyone, the three females besides her and the four children, were pleasantly seated inside as Vera blinks at the sight of a multitude of males break the green tree line. Many of the men carry carcasses full of fur and large masses of bodies. There's at least three or four different kinds of animals being dragged or carried with each male. Vera's heightened sight narrows on Kaius and Theon, noticing the dead, deranged beast they bare. It's triangular head leads down to a thick, trunk-like neck with several patches of fur missing. From what she could make out as the two males walk closer, it's body is flaccidly taut from the position they carry it in, showing off the protruding bones sunken behind the dark fur. Six medium-length, narrow arms drag on the ground below, ending in seven sharp, nine inch talons.
Vera doesn't recognize the creature, especially when she spots the bushy gray tail draped over one of its hind legs. She marvels at the seemingly delicate pads of their paws. She'd never in her wildest dreams would have imagined such a creature to exist, let alone be thought of. Vera wondered what goddess allowed such a being to live, then she remembered her quad, the little scoundrels, belonging to her. Vera walks backwards, moving from the grand entrance of the cabin for the men to enter and lay the dead beast down. Marzena runs over, aiding Theon and Kaius with the body, only the three don't shuffle inside the building. The siren observes the three struggling to work the beast around the house, where a table made of slabs of rocks resides.
Now that the monster is closer, Vera notices the four black compound eyes soullessly staring back at her. Her green eyes run over the two slits on his face, most likely utilized as nostrils, to the long, muzzled snout gritting with gaping fangs and a lolling tongue. The last thing to haunt Vera's eyes are the stubby rounded ears sprouting with coarse fur. The siren shivers obnoxiously.
"Oh, mah! Theon," Marzena blinks, smiling with glee. "What ah catch!" Her praises are answered with a dreamy smile and an aggressive kiss.
Noelani and Taliesin praise their father and brother for tonight's meal, running to the lump of meat. The two males hike at the beast's limbs and other areas of the body. Marzena glides in after them, with Taliesin right behind her. The two take a large, serrated knife into their hands and shank the protein. Noelani continues to stare at the pages of a book, fixating her attention on another life. Vera stands there observing the four children scurrying about the room with bones and stick toys, playing as they wish. It seemed peaceful, only the stench of death clouds the air, polluting her sense of smell. Otherwise, all was good.
Vera is about to walk towards Eira and Adare, the two who play with each other. Adare lunges after Eira, baring his sharp teeth at her. Eira playfully screams, running away into another room. The small child giggles, smiling at the whimsical atmosphere the two have created. Meanwhile, Elsa and Atlas are over by the fireplace, snuggling in the furs while watching the glow of fire and the crack of wood. Lounging on top of one another, the two shift in the light at the smell of meat, else wise they don't notice anything. Her hearts beat fast at the sight, and she realized for the first time since they've arrived in Wolvernry, she can relax. She has no worries about her children, nor does she fear for any beast to rapture the village in the night.
Vera's shoulders slump in a lethargy disposition with a slight huff. She's definitely not comfortable with relaxing yet.