Island of misfit toys
Siren
Professor
06-15-2021, 04:51 AM
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Siren struggled with knowing her place, she had experienced both sides. She was a young cur, barely socialized or trained, worthless. Despite her birth she was literally living in dirt and a part of her would always remember that time. Being a princess, holding her birthright, was almost unnatural. She couldn’t let Chimera down though, he saw her as a princess and she tried so hard for him, but many times she fell short. She wasn’t the perfect little royal. As was shown by her affection for her servant. Dalila was supposed to be a tool, something that helped her comb her hair, store her herbs, and do daily tasks that she couldn’t quite manage. Dalila had become much more than that.
Siren was reclusive, she didn’t enjoy big gatherings nor socializing. Having one wolf who was there with her no matter what, and knowing she would offer no judgement made her much different than any other wolf. Siren didn’t give affection to anyone besides the rare moment she was given with Chimera, but Dalila… Being close was natural, curling up together at night, letting her brush and tidy her long fur, they were always close. Like now. Siren;s belly was pressed against Dalila’s as her arms were wrapped around her. Siren sunk into Dalila’s embrace as the dappled woman held her closer. The slave woman curled around her and shielded her from the outside world, everything was blocked out but Dalila’s support and devotion.
She didn’t know what to do. The Klein Princess couldn’t leave to protect Dalila, she promised to never leave Chimera ever again and she didn’t want to. Dalila was closer, and there wasn’t a wolf in the world she would replace her with. Chimera was different though, he was there for her since birth, they practically raised each other. He was gruff, difficult, and there were many moments she didn’t understand him in the least, but she could never leave him.
Dalila squeezed her gently, assuring her that they would figure out the situation Siren put them in. If she had just kept her little mouth shut, if she had tried just a little harder to understand Chimera. If she was just better than she actually was they wouldn’t be here right now. She couldn’t do it though, she saw the look in Dalila’s eyes when she admitted what Chi did to her. Siren couldn’t stand it. One silvery eye peeked up from Dalila’s soft fur as the woman gazed down at her. She saw the promise there, they would find their solution, they had to.
”I hope so,” she returned quietly and buried her features back in Dalila’s neck. Maybe in the beginning Siren hadn’t cared, she didn’t know Dalila and she really was just a tool. Time changed all things and their relationship deepened and developed. Siren loved her but how could she admit that? The girl snuggled in closer, curling against Dalila so she took over her senses. The night was already getting late and the young Lady would not stay awake much longer.
"Siren Primrose Klein"
Siren was reclusive, she didn’t enjoy big gatherings nor socializing. Having one wolf who was there with her no matter what, and knowing she would offer no judgement made her much different than any other wolf. Siren didn’t give affection to anyone besides the rare moment she was given with Chimera, but Dalila… Being close was natural, curling up together at night, letting her brush and tidy her long fur, they were always close. Like now. Siren;s belly was pressed against Dalila’s as her arms were wrapped around her. Siren sunk into Dalila’s embrace as the dappled woman held her closer. The slave woman curled around her and shielded her from the outside world, everything was blocked out but Dalila’s support and devotion.
She didn’t know what to do. The Klein Princess couldn’t leave to protect Dalila, she promised to never leave Chimera ever again and she didn’t want to. Dalila was closer, and there wasn’t a wolf in the world she would replace her with. Chimera was different though, he was there for her since birth, they practically raised each other. He was gruff, difficult, and there were many moments she didn’t understand him in the least, but she could never leave him.
Dalila squeezed her gently, assuring her that they would figure out the situation Siren put them in. If she had just kept her little mouth shut, if she had tried just a little harder to understand Chimera. If she was just better than she actually was they wouldn’t be here right now. She couldn’t do it though, she saw the look in Dalila’s eyes when she admitted what Chi did to her. Siren couldn’t stand it. One silvery eye peeked up from Dalila’s soft fur as the woman gazed down at her. She saw the promise there, they would find their solution, they had to.
”I hope so,” she returned quietly and buried her features back in Dalila’s neck. Maybe in the beginning Siren hadn’t cared, she didn’t know Dalila and she really was just a tool. Time changed all things and their relationship deepened and developed. Siren loved her but how could she admit that? The girl snuggled in closer, curling against Dalila so she took over her senses. The night was already getting late and the young Lady would not stay awake much longer.