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Post by mrgrimm55 on Oct 8, 2020 20:34:33 GMT -6
Cruel as drowning in a pool on an unknown island was cruel enough, being tied up like a piece of cattle after a minute of fruitless struggling's even worse. He had heard the legends of ancient peoples that dragged sailors to their graves by singing, a blight on the ocean that were hidden by a veneer of shallow charm and beauty. Still there wasn't much he could do but continued to struggle until a pair of hands grabbed his head and forced him to be greeted by a pair of lips that smushed over his and began to...breathe air into his lungs? What? He stopped struggling, his eyes widening in stunned silence as he tried to look for the face of this kissing, life-saving perpetrator.
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Post by softscales on Oct 8, 2020 20:46:45 GMT -6
The lips held for only what may have been a single breath, they then pull away. In moments the distorted view in his eyes melted away and became clear. Inches from him was youthful face that belonged to a female. She had pale lavender eyes. Long black hair that swished in the water, like a gentle breeze from above the surface in the wind. She drifted a little away from him showing more of her body. On her chest were seashells like in the fairytale that were a deep blue in color. Down passed her waist were not legs but a fish's tale with two smaller fins on either side. Seafoam green that nearly blends in with the water's natural color. Her hand stroke her own lips showing the webbing in-between the fingers.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Oct 8, 2020 20:56:18 GMT -6
With his eyes now clear of the blurry affliction that the seawater gave to him, as well as a new breath of air to cling onto, the young soldier got a good look at the creature before him. Well, creature's a strong word....more like a rather-beautiful woman of sea-folk legends. Long black hair and a pair of eyes in a rare color no man or human alive would ever seen. This...this couldn't be the feared sirens sailors talked about. She simply looked...more innocent, curious even. She even saved his life, but why bring him down here in the first place? A bit of a paradoxical action, wasn't it? Modesty not-withstanding, she looked quite a sight for the soldier. He couldn't predict what she was thinking, or gonna say next as he stared near-gobsmacked. What was next?
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Post by softscales on Oct 8, 2020 21:02:58 GMT -6
"You don't have to hold it in anymore," she spoke, her voice was clear like glass. "You can now breath the same air I do without choking." It is in her nature to grab landwalkers and pull them under the water. So strange and full for how it was like the air she breaths was a poison to them. Yet when she goes above the water, their air was not that different. Except for one thing; the light above was so hot it burned the water off her skin.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Oct 8, 2020 21:54:53 GMT -6
Wait? She can speak?! This girl....underwater....a mermaid.....could speak english? In such a clear voice too, the water not even muffling her voice. But why should he even let himself exhale? What if he...well....did he really have a choice? His lungs were already begging for him to open his mouth anyway. He let out his breath and...my oh my, he could breathe! The water felt as clear and crisp as the sea-air on land. Well, with that strangely no longer a problem, how to speak to her? He didn't exactly know much english, or at least, not enough to spark a conversation. He hoped his spanish was enough...
"Q-quién....Quién eres?" He asked, roughly asking who she was in his own tongue, though really, he should've asked WHAT she was, but rather not be rude to the one woman that saved him from drowning and all.
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Post by softscales on Oct 8, 2020 22:14:19 GMT -6
The sea creature burrowed her brows. Indeed her bubble worked but this one speaks a different language. This would be a problem. If she can't understand him, how will he understand her? Wait there is one language that all with ears can understand. She takes a breath and out her mouth was not words but a vocal song. Her voice went up and down, reverberating unlike any sound he ever heard.
A siren's voice reaches the nucleus part of the brain that controls pleasure. Whenever a male hears this sound the part that controls logic and the sense of danger goes to sleep. And with their heightened sense of pleasure; they will have the desire to come closer to the source. Even if it is on the other side of a chasm. For their common sense will be hibernating so they won't question the odds, only strive the desire to get closer. Which is what leads a man to take the step without looking that could end up being a fatal one.
Being a female and he a male, her voice should reach him. So that even without words he will want to help her escape her prison.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Dec 13, 2020 19:51:19 GMT -6
Nothing really happened at first, with the soldier looking at the frowning sea-women with rising concern. This was not exactly a good start, to put it lightly. If anything, it's clear that the woman didn't understand what he was saying, and unless he knew how to convey the Spanish language under the water for...20 years, there's no way they could progress on any kind of communication beyond blank stares. Surely there was a universal sign or....or.....she was.....singing?
At first, the soldier didn't know what to think of such a song that sounded so alien and yet, quite a rare beauty to listen to. But then, something happened that he couldn't really describe other than the song deepening in the notes of beauty that began to work upon his mind. He felt some sort of warm buzz, a buzz that washed over him and cocooned him in a primal sheet of pleasure. He felt as if he was being put in the clouds of comforting pleasure, the arms of a woman that would take good care of him, and from then and there, he began to understand what was being said to her. She needed to get out of here. This clean place was a prison that she couldn't escape from, but perhaps....with him around, she could do so. There was no ill-will, only an attempt to draw him over to the woman and help.
Without a moments hesitation, the dazed soldier slowly went to move forward, to try and get closer in the tunnel-vision of determination that made him blind ot any possible danger. But with her, nothing would get in the way.
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Post by softscales on Dec 13, 2020 20:08:21 GMT -6
The siren known by the name Meach holds out her hand while still singing her powerful song. She got him free from his bindings as she now was certain he won't just escape at first moment. His common sense telling of her being a potential threat was lost in a thick fog. She then opens her arms to let him take her, believing he will know what to do and she will soon taste the freshness of the sea again
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Dec 13, 2020 21:21:14 GMT -6
That was all the dazed soldier needed to see to rescue such a beautiful woman from this sort of prison. He slowly moved to take her hand and went to wrap his arms around Meach, making sure his hold was tight enough to pull her out with him. Wait, where would they go? Well, there was only one way, was there?
He soon moved his way up the chasm, moving towards the glassy surface of the water. He would have to be quick about this. As soon as he popped out of the surface, he quickly went to wrap his soaked coat around the woman as he moved her out and began to quickly walk towards the sea with her in his arms bridal style. This wasn't a perfect escape, but an escape nothingless.
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Post by softscales on Dec 13, 2020 21:27:15 GMT -6
Meach wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on as her lulled human carried her. She could breath the air out of the water but she couldn't be out long. The sun will dry her out and that makes her dizzy and weak. Like a whale on shore, they can still breath but perish if they dry out. While he walked through the sand, Meach moved her head to have her lips right up against his ear. Continuing to sing her song up close. Keeping him under and in a way giving him strength. It wasn't that he must continue hearing it to stay under. The trace can linger even if the song stopped for several minutes. It was mearly since after what felt like forever trapped in a hole with water, she wasn't going to take the risk of him waking till she was back in the water.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Dec 13, 2020 22:12:30 GMT -6
With her singing in his ear, it was highly unlikely that he was gonna run off anytime soon, especially now that they were starting to get into the swallow water of the sea. Having increased determination to rescue such a maiden through an entrancing song can do wonders to get to the water as quickly as possible. With the song keeping him entranced to Meach in his arms, he steadily waded in the water as he went deeper and deeper in the blue depths. This continued until only his head and shoulder remained in the water, deep enough to where he could submerge Meach fully, allowing her to slip away and swim around if she chose to. Given his state at the moment, he wasn't going anywhere.
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Post by softscales on Dec 14, 2020 4:52:47 GMT -6
Meach's body drifted out of his cradling hands, floating in the water. Bending back her head and closing her eyes, she lets her body sink under the blue. She took in a big inhale, breathing the fresh saltiness of the ocean for the first time in too long. Being there is was like the magic of the ocean was seeping through her pores. The coolness of its touch. The movement that lightly drifts under the surface like a gentle breeze. Opening her eyes she watched the way the light from the sun danced while percing through the water's glassy surface that rippled with the tide.
At long last; she was free and back where she belonged. Meach crosses her arms to her chest, like a self hug to embrace this feeling. It was so good, but something was off. Something wasn't complete. Like she wasn't her full self. Turning her eyes to her lower half she saw her tail just swaying to hold her in place. Now it was coming to her what it was. She may be back in the ocean but her strength has lessened. Trapped in that whole with only small feedings and barely much room to move... now isn't the time to return to the deep. She needs to remain in the closer shore where most predators won't come till her full strength has returned. Tilting her head to the side she sees the human with most of his body in the water. Mostly still in his song of a trance. Sences dulled, far from land, and mostly underwater; this one would be easy pickings for a strike. If another Siren were to come, they could drag him under and he may still be dulled he won't even struggle while his lungs screamed for air. Though her bubble is still in his lung. They last for hours. "This human did well. He gave me what I wanted. I should thank him." Lifting her body up to the surface, Meach reached out her hands and grabbed the sailor's collar. Like a wild Siren, she pulled hard yanking him under the water. She then makes it so his body floated over her's and pulls him all the way to her where their lips meet again. He didn't need her bubbles like last time which was the reason before, this time it was merely a reward. Since she is going to need time to recover and this human has been useful, why not make it last a bit longer? Maybe even add some fun in the mix. But she won't drown him, for she will need him alive.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Dec 14, 2020 21:47:15 GMT -6
The whole time Meach moved under the water to taste her freedom, the soldier stood there in a daze, just staring out at the sea. Normally, this would be the part where a siren like Meach would dragged him into the depths to drown him and devour his soul for their own amusement. But nothing of the sort happened, not as for what he could see with his dulled senses. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed him by the collar, mildly surprising the dazed boy, but not as much as her lips once again pressing against his gently under the sea. He needn't worry about drowning, the bubble would keep him breathing in the waves for hours beyond this event, and at the very least, she didn't see him as a potential meal. Whenever or not he will be remains to be seen.
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Post by softscales on Dec 14, 2020 21:55:20 GMT -6
“Now my lotus, I need you to do more for me. Care for me and you can enjoy the pleasure of a mild Siren.” She spoke the words instead of singing. If he understood her that time she wasn’t sure but if her song can speak to him to get the important message she’ll use it when needed. Meach traces her fingers along his face like she was his lover, and in sense perhaps she will be. Though she had no idea of his predicament.
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Post by mrgrimm55 on Jan 12, 2021 21:02:36 GMT -6
In the end, it didn't matter of he knew her words by talking or singing. He could already, in his enraptured state of mind, know what she wanted, felt her webbed fingers tracing his face like a loving wife. He would do his upmost to care for the freed siren, but that raised a question that would be an interesting situation for the future. Once she regained her strength, would she do the dirty deed that all sirens are infamous for, and if not, what about the possibility of any others that could spot them? There was a reason he heard the tales of sailors being lured in by the godly songs of such sea-women, only to joinng their companions to a watery grave. However, considering the steps he took to save her, that seemed on hold....for now.
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