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Tewoeklon: Chapter Six
The bits of bread I gnawed on where like warm chunks of sawdust in my mouth. An appetite was far from anything I had or wanted right now.
I tossed the contents of the dinner tray out my open window like I did every night, hearing the familiar ringing shatter of the clay bowl on the ground never ceased to aggravate my sensitive ears. Yet I’d been doing it every evening for the last week.
Considering my state of mind I would have thought my rented room to be a disheveled sty, but instead I almost felt my skin itch at the compulsion to wreak havoc and yet maintain perfection. No wonder half breeds were so rare…just trying to live normally during this “maturity” was a torturous agony of body and mind.
I drug my nails down my upper arm, feeling again the cool brown blood rain down my skin. I could already sense the tissue begin to weave back together, slowly but surely. Even the old ones I still felt, stitch stitch stitch… like a rhythm that droned on in my skull.
I grabbed some rolled bandages on a dresser against the wall.
The sun was just about down completely so I slipped off my shoes and tied on the fabric strip covering my eyes. I had to hunt once more tonight.
The second day after my arrival a murder occurred in one of the larger neighboring towns. I hadn’t thought it would be a big deal in this place but every whispered piece of gossip I caught was about not only the latest murder but several dozen more that had been going on for the last 10 years. My spine tingled with curiosity at the idea of actually doing something other than waiting for a possible and likely minute notice of my friends. I decided to take it upon myself to figure out what was going on. Probably just another human with blood lust…
I slipped out of the window and crawled up the brick siding until I came to the roof’s lip and flipped myself over it, to land my bare feet quietly on the flat surface. The air was far less stale up high; off the dirty, human infested ground.
There was a sudden, disturbingly fresh scent dancing around the town. It tickled at my nose.
I leapt from my perch and continued to jump from the rooftops, following the scent. I all of a sudden inhaled sharply and had to stop my speed before I fell. My hands reached out to catch my fall but the aroma’s shock and the fast, almost straight down, descent had ruined any balance I had and my arms gave way beneath me. I skidded across the rough top and just barely managed to stop myself before the edge came up to try and drop me.
A heavy sigh escaped my lungs as I took a brief glance at my hands; the skin was ripped to pieces and painted red. I could sense the same lovely image all along my side. As I brushed the clotting blood out-of-the-way as best as I could I already noticed the skin weaving together ever so delicately. I crawled up using my elbows and began leaping yet again until the abrupt scent turned into a wall.
I slowed my pace and lightly dropped onto a window ledge as quiet as possible. The night had already settled in and through the sickly sweet fragrance I could taste the tang of blood on my tongue. I was a little too late.
“Damn”, I muttered under my breath.
I pulled off my blindfold and tucked it into the bosom of my clothes; as fast as I could I grasped onto the window siding, pushed off from the ledge and swung into the glass, shattering a hole just large enough for myself to glide through. Although the whole panel cracked at the force, causing high pitched shearing fractures that rung deeply in my ears.
I caught myself in a small tumble and stood up. The room was just as black as the outside world, with only the fragmented moon to highlight the masses and cast their shadows. My illuminated eyes added a disturbing green depth to everything I looked upon, it was a bizarre thing to be the color that you were seeing…almost like have tinted film over my eyes, but not.
I was just about to smack myself to shut up my brain when a soft female voice broke the silence of the room.
“Why hello.” A small, grinning giggle followed her greeting.
I sensed her steps head toward me and the scent ran me over like an ocean’s wave. It seemed as though I could lose my balance to an unseen force.
I breathed deeply, trying to keep as calm and cool as possible and then nonchalantly turned in place, setting my hand on my hip. I kept my eyes nearly shut in order to remain in the dark for the moment, with my face downcast as best as I was able to without looking like a moron.
“I must say, I wasn’t expecting to find a young woman.” I grinned at her in return, attempting to match her cynical humor.
She shrugged at my comment. “You should have expected the unexpected then.”
I was a bit taken a back at her comment. She was rather composed for someone who just committed murder. My brow furrowed.
“Might I inquire something?”
She seemed shocked by my own copy cat of herself, but nodded with a white smile glittering in the shadows. As she did so I saw the slight glint of a bloody weapon glide through a dirty cloth in her hands.
“Are you the one who’s been responsible for the murders over the last decade?”
The fabric against her blade stopped short, then continued through after which she placed the object back into its hidden sheath.
“Clever. Most wouldn’t have noticed the pattern as belonging to one person.” Her voice had become a bit more serious; however I could still hear her patronizing grin.
I continued to study her demeanor. She was just too average and shielded in her actions.
I opened my mouth to reply but instead voiced my sudden thought, making sure to mirror her condescending attitude. “A feat, I suppose, would not be too difficult…for a seasoned and professional assassin.”
Her eyes widened but then slipped back to normal.
“Pity.”
“And why’s that?”
“I was really getting to like you, but now…I’m afraid I’ll have to kill you as well.”
She ran at me with the stained dagger brandished in her left hand. I easily stopped her thrust.
“You’re pretty fast…and strong…” I added as I held back her still forceful arm; it was then I chose to fully open my eyes bathing her surprised face in green light. “…for a human.”
I pushed her away from me, expecting her to slam into the wall but she flipped over and landed in a crouch. A small gasp slipped past my lips. But I barely had the time to wonder at how she did that because again she lunged at me.
Left, right, up, down, spinning in circles. I had a hard time keeping myself at her pace; she wasn’t necessarily super fast but merely incredibly agile. Every time I knocked her away, whether it be a punch or kick or block she came rushing back at me, full speed.
Her face was severely distraught. It was like she had never come across anyone who could best her before. Despite my difficulty at matching her ever changing positions I was still very much the stronger opponent and being so I chose to end the fight right there.
I was already beginning to sense her own exhaustion as well as the several cuts and bruises that riddled her body…the two types of blood mixed with her overwhelming scent were beginning to give me a headache.
I took hold of her weapon wielding arm, squeezing so tightly I thought for a moment I crushed her bone. I pulled her up to my face so that we could each get a good look of the other. She was a fairly pretty woman, with short, blood red hair and two bits that went down past her shoulders in the front, a strange heart-shaped looking mole on her upper left cheek, and a straight old scar that scratched both lips on the left side. The scar was strange for one so young and skilled, but what disturbed me the most was her eyes.
I felt that her life was written on every bit of pigment; she was screaming inside them. We both stared at each other my green eyes pushing into her silver-brown ones. I don’t think I had ever come across such a unique looking human before.
She seemed completely enthralled by my appearance. Not surprising, although I wasn’t very used to being stared at. All the humans I lived with were more comfortable with my looks.
“What are you?” She whispered.
I lowered my eyes in guilt. “I’m sorry.” All my strength coiled and then released. I threw her from my hold; she flew from me so quickly and burst through two walls before stopping.
Past the first hole I could see the nearly cold body of her most recent victim, lying on an old rug in a pool of his own sticky, thick blood. I ran my eyes from him to the young assassin slouched against the farthest wall. I sighed and walked over to her.
She looked so helpless and tortured; like a broken child.
The sympathetic tug at my heart got the better of me. I picked her up and left the destroyed home, leaping from rooftops until I returned back to my own rented dwelling.
I slowly put her down onto my bed and proceeded to sit on the floorboards breathing heavily. I had never had to carry a full grown person while also running and jumping at my normal speed…it was much harder than I first thought.
“I really…need to train more.”
Once my heart had slowed again I turned my face back to the sleeping woman. She looked pained even in unconsciousness.
Exhausted muscles moved me to the opened window where I happily stopped to rest and watched the small town sleep. I had barely been there more than an hour before I dropped my head and drifted away as well.
When I finally came too, I reluctantly opened my eyes to find two silver- brown ones starring straight at me. I jerked back and smacked into the wood of the window I had been once peacefully latent on.
“Ow….” I held my head and mumbled with slight irritation.
“Why am I still alive?”
The woman seemed to be in utter disbelief.
My eyes blinked in shock of my own, I didn’t really know how to respond to her. “I-I honestly can’t answer that.”
She cocked her brow at me then sat back, with one leg dangling out the window.
I blew air out my closed lips, wafting my bangs up as I sighed. For a moment I starred at my hands then moved off the window to stand further in the as of yet unlighted room.
I could feel her eyes on me, like a hawk eyeing its rival rather than prey. The feeling was…unnerving.
Her feet touched the flooring, lighter than most humans could step.
“Seriously though. Who are you? What are you? Why am I here?”
Her questions felt so difficult to understand for some reason. I found I couldn’t quite function properly. My hands cupped my face as I breathed as calmly as possible.
A fluttering touch reached my shoulder. “UGH!” I screamed grabbing the hand and whirling around to face her. “I don’t know alright! I just don’t know!” She looked far more placid that I would have expected but in her eyes I saw fear.
I released her bruised hand and walked to sit on the bed; it was soft. I grinned to myself.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I uhh…I-I think you should leave.”
She was holding her injured hand close to her chest, the fear wavering back and forth from her face.
“No.”
“What!?” I jerked up to look at her. She had dropped her already purple right hand and her eyes were stern.
“I’m not leaving. You owe me explanations and I want them. Now.”
I blinked at her in shock, my mouth agape.
She sat down beside me and looked straight into my eyes. “Alright, spill.”
My surprise changed to confusion and I tilted my head slightly to the side at her phrasing. “Spill?”
“You know, tell me everything. All I want to know.”
“Oh uhh…al-alright.”
She was strangely persuasive.
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. No words passed across my mind’s eye.
I saw her eyes glance at me while I kept my own glued to the wood floorboards. “Here, I’ll start then.” She stated beside me.
I nodded instinctually.
“Okay, what are you?”
I shook at the cobwebs in my head and proceeded to answer.
“I’m a…I’m a hybrid.”
The girl on the bed jerked at the word. “Hybrid? What kind of hybrid? What do you mean?”
I sighed. “I am an elf-human hybrid. However…” I paused. “…both my parents have passed on.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Though she apologized with intended sympathy her voice seemed tense and slightly indignant to the idea. I tried to ignore it.
“Um, I am currently the only one in existence and I’m also…rather lost.” I giggled at the idea that something supposedly as powerful as I could be lost, but power wasn’t in me…not really.
“Lost? How could you be lost?”
I laughed again.
“It’s uhh...a very long story. But essentially I ended up here with no one I know and no idea how to get to the ones I do.” I stretched up and looked out the window at the morning. “Pretty pathetic, huh?”
The girl was quiet for a change. I looked over to her; she was just staring at nothing.
“I’m sorry if I upset you?”
“Huh!? Oh no no, I was just thinking about something.”
She was methodically tapping her fingers against her lips.
“Alright!” She pounded her fist onto her thigh and then jumped up off the bed.
I slanted away from her as she leaped; the girl was being so enormously bizarre. Her firm silver-brown eyes looked down at me as she grinned almost manically.
“I am going to help you find the people you lost!”
My face was terribly dumbfounded. My mouth was wide open, my entire brow furrowed, and my eyes couldn’t move from her obnoxiously excited stance.
“WH-WHAT!?”
“In thanks for sparing my life and taking me from the scene to your own apartment.” She briefly glanced around “well, room.”
She smiled happily at me, although, my face had yet to change at all other than in minor twitches.
She glanced out the window then fell from her proud stand. “Oh SHIT! I have to go; another job later on.” She grinned at the latter.
Before she went from the open window she lightly placed a full kiss on my cheek. “You shouldn’t smile like that, you’ll get wrinkles.” She winked at me.
She ran to the window and placed her foot on the old ledge. “Bye bye for now!”
My face had softened since the impromptu kiss and quick farewell. I had resigned myself to the fact that I would hopefully never see her again until suddenly her face popped back into view.
“Oh, I completely forgot to ask you your name!”
I sighed in annoyance…it seemed I had a stray following me home now. “Noir. My name is noir.”
“Noir. That’s a pretty name.” She gave me a sincere smile for once. “I’m Kisneyla.”
“Pleased to meet you…Ney.”
She gasped in surprise then returned to her previous visage.
“Is it alright if I call you Ney?”
“Yes…I-I would prefer it actually.” Her head turned away to leave, but just as she did I thought I caught the scent of salty tears in the wind.
Tewoeklon: Chapter Three
It’s been two weeks since we fought the Zorre and I got the pommel and entire handle of my own dagger through my abdomen. It was only today that Syren and Menya finally let me out of our cabin.
I decided to simply wear my bandages. With Syren’s bizarre paranoia, she now had me covered from my hips to my right shoulder. From some reason she thought if I exposed my former abrasion I might get irritated and try to rip at the skin again.
I rolled my eyes thinking of her overprotective insanity.
The early morning sun had just barely breached the horizon and the air was crisp as it blew through my loose hair. I had been stuck in the cabin for so long; the cold wind was nice against my skin.
My ear suddenly twitched to the sound of fibers rubbing against wood. I tried to ignore the sound, but since my hearing had enhanced during my forced absence I still had yet to control it. The noise made me want too tear my ears off.
I growled angrily toward the sound, though I kept my face in the direction of the coming warmth of the sun.
Wherever it was coming from and whoever created it stopped the motion generating the ear sore, I think after hearing my quiet feral roar. I smiled in satisfaction.
Then it began again.
My nails dug deep into the old, beaten wood along the starboard side as I glared fiercely at the calm sea water slopping up and hitting the ship.
“Who the hell is making that annoying sound!?” I screamed.
A sudden sharp thud followed by a gasp caught my attention and caused me to turn around. On the ground a bucket of a strange looking and smelling liquid was spilt on the deck and a few ropes and high up about twelve or fifteen feet was Kayne hanging onto a slick rope with one hand.
I gasped, throwing my hands over my mouth. I had forgotten how high and clear my screams were now. I ran over to him and looked up; his face was red with exertion and shock.
“Kayne, oh my gosh, I’m so so sorry! I forgot!”
He grunted a laugh then groaned in pain.
I moved to stand directly beneath him. “Kayne let go of the rope, I’ll catch you. Not well or comfortably, but you shouldn’t be hurt.”
“Are you crazy?!” He shouted with effort.
“No. I’m trying to help you.”
“You can’t catch me, I’m too heavy.”
“I’m even stronger than I used to be, just let go.”
He said nothing.
“Kayne let go! Would you rather break your leg or your neck!?”
He still said nothing but I thought I may have heard a grunted response.
“Alright. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Let go.”
He released his grip and began plummeting toward me. My initial instinct was to move out of the way and not be crushed by a full grown and muscular man falling at me from over a dozen feet in the air, but I swallowed my fear and closed my eyes, waiting for the impact.
His weight hit me. I barely had time to hold my stance steady without breaking my own legs in the process. Once he was entirely in my grasp I tightened my hold and fell backward. He was heavy.
“Holy shit, you really caught me!” He blinked.
“I told you I would.” I tried to keep my voice even, although my limbs were a little shaky.
He quickly pulled himself him up; while his back was still turned I took a moment to express my bodies shock with a strange pained contortion of my face. I’m sure I would have looked very silly. Kayne cracked his back then turned to me and lowered his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up.
“I’m sorry about your …uhh…” I looked toward the strange substance spilled on the deck “…your work.”
He chuckled.
“Don’t worry about it. I can do it another time; it’s not super important right now.”
He reached for an already slightly dirty rag and started trying to clean up the mess I had caused. I heard a noisy rustle come from below deck. The day shift must be on their way. Unfortunately the crew that worked while the sun was up had a tendency to smell…weird. I wrinkled my nose at the memory.
“Well, I’m sorry for the problem I caused you and I think I will be going away from here now.” I began walking away with my hands held behind my back.
“Wait. Where are you going? You just got here.”
“Um, let’s just say ‘the foulest’ are descending.” I nodded while keeping my eyes and nose alert.
Kayne nodded knowingly. “See ya then.”
I leapt at our cabin door and quickly thrust it open and closed myself inside. Only a second later the men poured onto the deck, shouting and laughing loudly. The sounds and smells danced in my mind with a furry that made me nauseous.
I slid my back along the wall with my hands held tightly over my ears. UH! Stupid senses!
“Noir?”
Syren was standing by an open window with her head cocked in confusion.
“Noir, what’s wrong?”
I groaned. “Everything is loud and smells; I can’t shut it out! How do you and Menya do it!? How!?”
She smiled and gestured for me to come to her. So I did.
“It’s not hard to control, but it takes time. For now come with me.” She gently reached for my hand and held it between hers.
We both stepped up onto the window’s ledge, looking out at the water as it conjoined after being swathed by the ship.
“Take a deep breath.” She whispered.
I did as she said and we leapt.
We slipped into the water like arrows, hardly disturbing the surface and barely a splash followed our plunge. I had always found jumping into the water a little disorienting even when I had the help of Syren to guide me. My eyes reactively blinked several times to the foreign sensation of salt water rubbing against them. Once I could see clearly I felt Syren tug on my arm and we started swimming closer to the reef.
The water was warm and comfortable, like being wrapped in a blanket. It was also quite serene beneath the waves and not so painful to my senses either; I wouldn’t mind living in the water, although after a while I would most likely become a giant shriveled prune or something.
I laughed at the image in my head, suddenly releasing all the air I had gathered in my mouth, which startled Syren.
We stared at each other for a long while and the longer I held my eyes on her the wider Syren’s seemed to get. I was about to gesture to her but she abruptly thrust her hand over my mouth and gripped my body tightly. We were moving very rapidly through the waters; everything just happened so fast and I was completely shocked and confused as to what the hell was going on.
The reef beneath us was shrouded in the foaming bubbles left behind by Syren’s incessant pumping to get to the surface. However the more I watched the waters swirl and fizzle out of existence, I began to notice that my chest felt very warm and my head throbbed as well. The pulsing beat of my head seemed to flow as though I were dancing with the bubbles I watched so closely.
My body then reacted to the feelings. I immediately tried to inhale instead finding that I only pulled against the firm clasp of Syren’s hand. Her speed then increased and I in turn began to help reach the surface.
The instant my nose broke free I took a deep breath, inflating my burning lungs and calming my heart and brain’s cries for oxygen. Before I even opened my eyes I felt the sting of a wet hand collide with my already wet face which forced me backward slightly.
“Noir! How irresponsibly stupid are you lately!!! You almost allow yourself to get killed by a simple Tore, you get seriously injured twice while taking down a small Zorre, and now you just release all your oxygen while being over 75 feet below the surface of the ocean!!! What is going on?!?!”
I blinked, my mouth was hanging open and I held my hand to the throbbing welt that now covered the right side of my face. Her eyes glared intensely at me, the golden color melted with a furry I had never seen before on such a kind, placid visage.
“…I…” Grumbling noises vibrated in my mouth, which sounded like ‘I’ but honestly I have no idea what I was saying. The crease between her narrowing eyebrows darkened at my response.
“I don’t know.” I whispered.
It seemed Syren didn’t mind my answer as she sighed heavily and looked toward the sun, still high in the clearness of the day.
“Never mind, it’s not important now.” She spoke with a definite yet also gentle tone before turning to face me.
She reached her hand toward my wounded face and nodded sagely. “You’ll be fine; I apologize for striking you.”
“No, it’s alright… it was my fault.”
She nodded yet again in response and took hold of my hand. “Take a deep breath and hold it until I say otherwise.” A golden eye looked firmly at me.
I inhaled as much as I could and we dove down in sync, heading straight for the reef. I tried to keep my mind clear as I went in hopes of not furthering Syren’s apparent temper toward my actions.
My eyes seemed to inadvertently glance at her as we swam, although her face was blank and emotionless as usual. She noticed my staring and quirked her brow in confusion; I swayed my hands side to side and shook my head as best as I could. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, but then continued on as though nothing happened.
We finally reached the reef. Hundreds of creatures fluttered around the many plants decorating the rock. The brilliant colors distracted me; they were even more beautiful now that my eyes were stronger. However I had barely any time to admire them, once I began drifting away Syren grabbed my arms and pulled me away, directing us toward a small cave opening. It looked almost nothing like the one we had entered to find the Zorre. Instead this cavern was bright and wide and further back a gentle pattern of sun glinted water was dancing along the floor of the cave.
Once we entered the opening, Syren and I began swimming straight up heading for what appeared to be large air filled room hidden within the reef. I felt the break of the water’s surface and took a deep breath; the air had a salty taste but was otherwise fresh enough.
The trove was more like a room then a cave, the rock walls were relatively smoothed down and on the ceiling there was an opening covered with some sort of clear substance; couldn’t be glass, could it?
Syren was already out of the water and onto the stone flooring, her hair now perfectly dry in appearance as though the water simply slid off. I frowned slightly, my hair never did that. I swam for a moment and then walked through the shallower water until I stepped up to the floor behind Syren, who had started walking toward a small type of waterfall pouring down quietly from a hole in the wall. I turned my head in confusion while watching the gentle flow; I wondered, half dazed, where on earth that water could be coming from.
“Sy, what is this place?” I ran my fingers against the rock, tracing patterns as I went.
“Elvish cave, they are located in every water source in the world.”
I walked to where Syren knelt by the basin like pool formed by the waterfall and sat beside her. It wasn’t until then that I noticed that on the other side of the room past the water was even more cave, however it looked like part of a basic styled home had been built there.
“Uh…what is this place used for?” I pulled my attention away from studying the large comfortable looking bed to focus on Syren, who was staring blankly at the rippling water.
“We elves use them. Those who choose to live outside the three Elvish cities surrounding our capital use these to stay in rather than inns. We live differently. Also whenever an elf travels they will use these. There are also several within large trees in a few of the forests as water is not always near and convenient.”
“Oh. Interesting. Is this where you always go? I never see you sleeping on the ship.”
“Yes. The stench gets to me.”
Her face was still blank as she slowly touched one finger into the water of the basin. The ripples immediately froze in place and the water fall stopped as though someone pressed pause on time. I blinked several times, I opened my mouth to question her but she suddenly opened her own mouth and began formed words quickly. The only sound was a high pitched muttering type of noise.
The echoes confused my ears; I wasn’t sure whether the sound was painful or soothing and as I went to block out the blare, the still water flashed and a green and gold wall appeared in the water.
“Tephyr? Tephyr, are you there?”
“Syren?” A warm female voice called out from the water and suddenly a lovely though slightly aged face came into view.
My eyes widened as I watched Syren begin speaking with another person whose face’s reflection was essentially in a large bowl of water. I found myself focusing mostly on her large amber eyes, which reminded me a bit of my mother’s.
“Syren, where are you now? Perhaps I can send an escort for you?”
“No, that would take far too long. Once we are closer to the gate, I’ll be sure to call again to either you or Sai. Until then Menya and I shall be fine. Regardless I should hope that her skills will have been enhanced enough that no more than one or two should be required to pass.”
“Alright dear. If that’s what you wish.” The woman’s eyes turned to me. “Hello, Noir. I hope you’re well.”
I had still been gawking at the water, so that I hardly noticed when the woman’s gentle voice was addressing me.
“You seem in good health, young still but maturity will come. Give your father greetings for me dear. Syren, do take care.”
“Yes Tephyr, farewell.” Syren touched two fingers to her forehead and the woman in the water reciprocated.
I still gaped.
“Noir, close your mouth.”
I quickly did as she said. Syren stood up gracefully and then abruptly the water started falling again, startling me from my awkward position which caused me to tip over.
“Uh, sorry. I was just a bit baffled.” I pushed myself up to follow after Syren.
As we headed toward the clear water which lead out of the cave and back into the ocean, I spotted the darkened, almost opaque mass of a person heading up to the surface from our exit.
“Sy…” I pointed to the stranger and wrapped my hand tightly around her wrist.
“I see him, Noir.”
“Him? Him? Who is he?”
“I cannot tell yet. Most likely an elf in need of a place to stay; we should leave if that be the case.”
A bright red head of hair broke the surface without one once of grace, splashing every which way and finally settling as a young man came out of the water. Once he was up on the stone flooring his steps stopped cold and I felt Syren’s body go rigid.
“Syren?” His voice echoed with a masculine, yet excited tone.
He shook his head once and all the water drops fell right off his hair, which was held in a high pony tail similar to how I held mine only his hair was much thinner. His Elvish ears protruded delicately from his head, which drew me to see his very handsome, smooth face. Syren was still unmoving by my side and so I stepped out a head of her.
“Hi, um, do you happen know my friend here?”
“Obviously I do. I called her by name, didn’t I?”
I sighed. “Fine. What is your name then? I obviously don’t know who you are.”
He scoffed at me irritably and crossed his arms. My protective anger was starting to flare uncontrollably as Syren was still not moving in my grasp. I know I should have worked on calming myself, however yet again it seemed my hypersensitivity to my own emotions was getting the better of me.
“My name is not important; especially to you…you’re not even a full elf, are you? Hybrid.” His strong, narrow orange eyes glared at me with sarcasm and annoyance.
In the back of my mind I was shouting that there was no need to be so aggressive toward him, he was messing around, that’s all. But something about Syren’s unresponsive, almost statuesque nature made my hair stand on end. Nothing ever perturbed her. Ever.
“Syren, please, I never expected to find you here. But now that I have I would like to speak with you.” The man stepped towards me and Syren, and shockingly I felt Syren take a step back tugging on my arm ever so slightly as she went. That set me off. My own grip on her wrist tightened greatly and I crouched a bit in reaction.
He stepped closer again, his hand held out to us. His head tipped down a bit, flaring the color of his eyes. “Syren, come on.”
I growled at his voice, even to my ears I sounded more like an animal than a person. And in one swift motion he took a whole foot toward us and Syren’s wrist slipped from my grasp. My emotions flared violently again and I lunged at him.
End
