Thread: To mend, everything that died. {Siri and ForeverM}

Syrie K indness. That was something that was often taken for granted in the plane of the humans. They often mocked and cruel to what they did not understand or thought was abnormal. There were however exceptions to this as certain humans did possess great kindness and passion. Growing up 'different' in this plain could be quite hard but with the right ones in one's life, they could manage through. That was how a young maiden had managed to survive through her years of ridicule and torment. She had been deem an outcast, unworthy in society's due to her difference in appearance. Her hair was seeming normally, light brunette in colour. Yet it was her eyes and ears that set her apart and brought on her torment. Canine ears adorned the top of her head, a few piercings in each while her eyes were of different colours, the right being a baby blue sapphire while the left was a milk chocolate auburn colour. Her bangs often cascaded along the left side of her face, sometimes concealing the auburn hue. She was no ordinary human child. If it wasn't for her parents love and care, she would have been long since lost due to the cruelty she endured as a child. Children picked on her for different coloured eyes and the cruelty worsened when they saw her ears. She was shunned and viewed as a freak. Her parents attempted to protected her and moved whenever these situations arose. Alas, the cycle always repeated itself and they were left but no choice but to move to an isolated location. A few years had passed since they had moved last and their daughter had grown. She was shaping into a beautiful young maiden with a thin frame with muscle adorning her shape. Her breasts were well curved and balanced, being healthy as was her rump. One night, Syrie was sitting up late in her bedroom. She was seated upon her fluffy, yet firm, mattress, reading one of her favourite fairytales. For whatever reason, she found as though as she belonged in the realm of the fairytales opposed to the real realm. Everything she did, no matter what, she just didn't seem to fit in. Syrie had been an outcast since she was but a small child. Even now that she was older, she never strayed too far from home and rarely ventured into the near with her parents. When she did, it was usually upon a quick errand and she always wore a hat to conceal her ears that marked her as different. She had often asked her parents about why she was a freak and they simply told her she was not a freak, but a beautiful girl. Her parents often struggled with the words to tell her, but they knew it was best if they did not tell her the full truth, at least not yet. It wasn't until one faithful night when Syrie had awakened from a sound sleep and fate had let her into town. Something seemed as though it had beckoned the young maiden. She had thought she had entered a dream as she saw what at first appeared a human woman but then quickly took note to the two extra arms she possessed. She managed to follow the strange woman quietly, interested in how she looked and watched as the woman appeared to disappear through a wall. Gathering up the courage, she had followed. With surprise, she went through the wall and was in yet another town. Yet, this town appeared to be different as it was filled the creatures of horror and fairytales. Every which way she turned, there was something stranger to be seen. It was nearly all too much for her as she quickly managed to find her way out of the strange place and back to the town, then home. Several nights passed before she finally brought up the courage to tell her parents one night at dinner. All had been silent before finally her father spoke. It was time. Syrie's mother had brought her to them so that Syrie would be safe. She entrusted them with her daughter. Her mother had came into them on the brink of death and despite their efforts, the young couple were unable to help Syrie's birth mother. In her dying breaths, she had whispered the truth to them. Her mother was noble right, being Empress to the plane adjacent to the human plane known as Etheral. There had been a rise in a new power, seeking dominance and control of Etheral as well as the human plane. Syrie's mother had managed to escaped and had been fatally wounded in the process. Syrie's mind had began wander as she thought upon her childhood and she thought about what her parents had told her that night about her birth mother. She closed her book and sighed heavily. Suddenly, something pulled her from her deep thoughts as she sensed that familiar aura she had felt that fateful night. As she stood up, she slipped into a tight, spaghetti strapped, black dress that possessed a flowing skirt at the bottom, the him of which reaching her thighs and no further. Slipping on a pair of socks, she then pulled on a pair combat style boots that came up to just below her shins. She tide the laces up and strapped the buckles before then placing a black cap upon her head to conceal her ears. Her parents were out, working late tonight at their jobs. They worked so hard to provide for their small family. Syrie slipped out through the front door, arms crossed over her bosom as she headed towards the woods. It was a perfect night, the moon was out in full bloom and the stars glistened. The light they emitted illuminated the surroundings just enough for her to see. Yet, even without this, Syrie would have been able to see, her eyesight quite keen than any humans. The air was not too hot and not too cold, it was just perfect. In no time, she found the source of the aura and found the same strange woman she had followed earlier. Syrie watched from behind a tree, grasping onto it as she stared at that woman. Despite the fact that she possessed additional arms, she found the woman attractive and the additional appendages only added to the attraction. With a gulp, she stepped from the shadows and approached the woman. Are, are you alright? She asked, nearly skiddishly. She gripping at the him of the skirt of her dress, attempting to keep herself calm. You seem down in the dumps, is there anything I can do to help? She asked, a warm smile curving her lips. When the other was to look at Syrie, for the briefest of moment, she could see the hazy and nearly blurred, ghost-like image of the late Empress inside of Syrie, almost standing in her place.