SirenCymbaline

That was Damascus' voice! It didn't say anything he could understand, but it was definitely him! He hadn't been eaten! Boris let go of James' hand, and ran to the ...

I knew a plethora of suitably debonair lines that I could have employed, then. But in the magnetic pull of the musical strain, the pull of Damascus, I could only ...

"Likewise. A cat, you say?" I gave Damascus a playful glance. "There's a story, here." "You'll have to educate me, someday. We have veritable treasure troves of stories to exchange, ...

What was that, humming, in the distance? It wasn't a bear, obviously, but it made Boris' skin crawl nonetheless. But humming was a distinctly human, or at least humanoid, noise, ...

Siren glowed with happiness at being praised. "Anytime!" she exclaimed brightly. But then Zech said he'd had his claws removed. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be ...

I smiled. It was good to see that Damascus had more good old friends, older than myself. I would have to get to know this Sevy, when the moment was ...

I opened my eyes, and lowered the glass of water onto the nearest surface, more heavily than was necessary. Not out of any irritation, just sheer weariness. "Jamesh, I can't ...

I didn't really know how to comment upon James' situation, beyond an impressed "Huh." I'd done plenty to piss off individuals, and sociopolitical factions, if one was to be generous, ...

Siren perked up. Maahes. She knew a Maahes! She scuttled off, and went up to sniff him. "You do! You do smell like Maa-hes!" she exclaimed merrily. She tried to ...

"You need something to cook," said Siren. She turned, and squinted at something in the distant trees. "I will be back." She said, and hopped speedily off into the dark. ...

"We'll have to, for at least the time being. We can ask James what he makes of this if we can get the chance to ask him discreetly, but for ...

Liquor led easily into sleep, but the sleep it led to was normally unsound. In this state, I'd often drift in and out, and upon occasion, mutter barely conscious nonsense. ...

I will admit that it brought me a guilty satisfaction to hear Damascus tell me he'd missed me. I say guilty, for it was a cruel thing, that he should ...

Happy Birthday, you magnificent thing, you I owe a lot of character development as well as skill development to this community- and a lot of laughs, and silly fanart. Yes, ...

"I'm the same Siren! Except! Now, a Madam." she said gleefully, idly flapping her wings. "I don't know what happened to my place, or my face. I never do. Who's ...