Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

Siri said S yrie was silent as she stared in shock at the creatures. Her keen ears picked up each word from the trolls, despite being covered by the cap. She gripped on tighter to the tree, her eyes focusing upon each movement the trolls made. They were real. She had read about trolls in old folklore and fairytales and it seemed that they had been detailed nearly to perfection in the stories of old. Yet, the stories often spoke of the trolls being stupid creatures with the brain size of a pea. These two appeared to be quite intelligent. They were carrying on full length conversations like any other would. She was amazed as she heard the way they spoke, the one reminding her of a human teenager and how the other was scolding much like that of a human parent. However, another thing the stories got correct was the distaste and liking for humans. Syrie's body trembled some as she pictured the large creatures tearing apart a human. Yet, that fearful image soon dissipated as she heard the one speak of what pain in its furry rear to dodge a sedan's headlights was. A soft giggled had escaped but she quickly clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. For a moment, she held her breath, wondering if they had heard her giggle. With much relief, they hadn't. They hadn't caught her scent either particular due to the fact that she was downwind from the trolls. She continued to eavesdrop on the pair, listening to the rest of their conversation. She watched as they entered the stream and began to bathe their bodies. At least they were hygienic. For whatever reason, any ounce of fear that may have gripped onto the young maiden now had completely dissipated. She didn't feel out of place at present, in fact, it felt as though it was something familiar to her. Syrie even felt at ease being near the trolls. She couldn't explain it, couldn't explain why this just felt 'right' to her. She had always felt out of place with other humans, even with her parents. Syrie just didn't belong with the humans. She wondered where they had come from and if they had always been there. This was something from her dreams. Syrie had often dreamed of trolls, vampires, lycans, and other mythical beasts of old. It has always been chalked up to her imagination and from reading all the fairytales she had. However, truth be told, they didn't feel like dreams to her. It was almost as though they were forgotten memories. There was another creature she had often dreamed of, and this one was always the most soothing to her. It was a beautiful woman who possessed the body of a gorgeous human woman, flowing long white hair and ears, much like Syrie's light brunette ones, yet she possessed several tails that Syrie did not possess. Her eyes though, they matched Syrie's to the letter. She often spoke with this woman in her dreams, her always telling Syrie that she loved her and everything would be alright. She would tell Syrie she would find her place and not give up hope, that she would always be by her side. The apologies always got to Syrie and she could never understand why the woman apologizes. A single tear escapes her light sapphire hue, crawling its way down her pale, peach cheek. Syrie lifted a finger as she wiped the tear away as she though about the woman. She had no idea why seeing that woman like that made her want to cry. Her breathing had staggard for a moment as she choked back the want to cry. She felt a cool breeze upon her back, the breeze dancing with the skirt of her dress. She gave a light 'murr' sound as a shiver crept up her spine. The cool breeze felt rather now and for a moment she was about to loose herself in the breeze. It was then her eyes shot wide open as a realization hit. She was no longer downwind but was in fact upwind now. Her scent was now being carried to the trolls and her body froze at this realization. Her breath was caught in her chest as she stared over at the trolls once more, unsure of what to do now for she was unsure of what was to happen. Click to expand... The trolls were caught up in washing their large bodies, the stench was strong as they tried to wash it off. Do you smell that? The younger troll had stopped washing, the older troll not being able to smell as good as it once did. No, I don't smell anything, maybe you have something stuck up your nose. The parent troll tried to sniff the air, but still couldn't catch the scent. I'm telling you, there's something sweet in the air, a feminine scent. The youngster turned to face where the smell was coming from, the moon ousting the female that was hidden. There! There's someone watching us! The troll pushed its' way through the river before getting back onto land, stomping its' way over to where the female was hiding. The troll was ugly from a distance, but up close it was truly an ugly sight. The tree that was between the female and troll was an older tree, making it easy as the troll pushed the tree over. The tree fell to the ground, roots coming out of the ground before the forest silence is interrupted by the loud crash of bark against dirt. Out of the dust, the trolls' face comes close to the females. What are you? Some kind of peeping troll lover? The elder troll gets a chuckle out of it as he makes his way over. Calm down, son. The large troll moves the younger one to the side before he leans over. Now I can smell it. I smell fear. The large troll was on the defensive until he stands back up. Ookami, not a big threat to us, not a younger one atleast. The troll turns around, pushing his soon back over to the river. Ookami? The wolf things? The youngling follows its' parent back to the river. A fortune being, brings fortune and luck to the ones it's around, they possess some abilities, but this one is young, and looks quite human. Also, an older Ookami would be better at hiding, or concealing itself. The older troll was knowledgeable of other beings, though prefers to stick to its own kind. We're done here, your mother is waiting for us in the cave. The larger troll heads back to the other side of the river, waiting for his son so they can head back to their cave within the mythical realm.