every rose has its thorn

Siren had drifted to sleep not so long after she lay her decorated features on her paws. The babbling of the brook calmed her and lulled her into easy dreams. Not that her dreams were eventful, she found herself in a peaceful meadow. The grass was bright green and a gentle breeze combed through her long fur. The sky was dull compared to the green of the grass, and even while dreaming Siren wanted to curl up and sleep. Just as she was laying her dream body down to sleep her dual toned eyes opened in reality. At first she wasn’t sure what woke her up, and she blinked back the fatigue of her nap before lifting her delicate features and looking around the clearing confused. That was when her glittering eyes fell on the massive man.

Surprise didn’t cross her features, she almost looked like she was expecting to see him. There was no strong premonition or vision, but a sense of familiarity along with his similar aura to her own Chimera’s. Maybe it was that fact that kept her so still and regal in the face of such an intimidating wolf. She blinked twice, saying nothing as he watched her, sitting in the stream. He’d been there for a while she assumed only because of how comfortable he made himself.

The girl’s regal head tilted curiously, but she dared not say anything lest this was a spirit come to confront her. Some spirits traveled by water, some couldn’t cross running water, but until he did or said something it was impossible to determine who he really was, and why his presence was so recognizable.