Desreal: And I have been waiting.

hearts that cry diamond tears;
spirits that walk for a thousand years;
here them calling on that darkest morning;
pulling me under, my thoughts dissapear;

The Siren humms, her body resonating with the most beautiful music imaginable. She projects, calling them to her. Those who were willing to lay down before her, become apart of her. She waits, her body stiller than stone. Small droplets of water leaking from her painted flesh. Sapphire eyes lift at the first hint of sound, the steady rhythm of hooves on debris. A smile curves the corners of her mouth, her eyes glinting with opal for only the slighest moment. She draws even with the large beast, feels his earth roll around her. And for the first time, Saphira does not recoil from it. Rather she embraces it. She comes closer, her song whispering too him while she remained silent. She weaves around her, almost touching. Almost, but never close enough. The heat from their bodies mingle, until she comes to rest before him, anticipation lighting her eyes.

She had not known it would be so easy, and yet is oddly not pleased. She takes a step towards her former student, and finally her lips brush out to touch his roaned skin. Her lips tracing the contours of his cheek, running to his ear. Her voice is a soft and breathless whisper. None wuold know what she said to him, none would know the truth and extent of what she did next.

“I have been waiting Centurion. Now you are mine.”

The last word not only escapes her lips, but echoes across the expanse of the song, and in her mind from the shard. She allows her lips to trail down his neck, and her teeth grasp his flesh firmly between them, and in one crushing/tearing motion she releases his blood, and with it the power of his earth element. She drinks in the dirt taste, allowing it to wash over her. Appeasing her hunger for a moment in time. She draws away, her gaze meeting his.

“Remember Centurion, you are to tell no one of our encounter. You will be my best kept secret, your loyalties lie with me. Nothing else is of consequence. Do you understand?”

The song fades, but her influence over him remains. She draws back from him further, her eyes alight. Oh Centurion, what have you done. You will be her best kept secret, and she your biggest mistake. For you will always belong to her, and she will never belong to you.

GOLD: S A P H I R A

the siren

you can hold the darkness from you;
if the will is very strong;
but that whisper always haunts you;
cannot change the Siren's Song.