oh making bad decisions

If there was one last blessing she was given it was the gentle tide and waves that returned her to the island’s beach. The storm was over, but she had been washed out after the river god left her there on the sand. Like he had caused the currents to cradle her as they carried her home. The truth was far more sinister, but Siren wouldn’t have accepted it if she had known or not. The sun was rising, Siren’s thin form was splayed out on the beach, very nearly drowned. The events of the previous evening and night playing every time her body throbbed. As the sun began to throw color into the sky she wished that the sea had taken her, but she knew she must be preserved. Her task was far from over.

Still, she didn’t think she could move, she couldn’t even lift her head without her vision swimming. She couldn’t call for anyone, her throat burned from the saltwater she’d unintentionally inhaled. After a few failed attempts to lift herself to her paws, Oxx was right she really couldn’t walk, Siren slumped back down into the sand. Her head on her paws as she suffered vertigo, with a pained groan she lay back on her side and pressed her face into the sand, wishing it would all go away. The ache, the pain, the guilt of bearing this consequence of her decision.


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