Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

Siri said Syrie G rowing up in the world of human kind, it was nearly indefinite that a child would hear the fairytales of old, not knowing they were more than just fairytales. A young lass grew up being read these stories, fascinated by the grasp the stories held her in. 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. They were canine in nature, higher up on her head than human ears would have been. 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 and their daughter had grown. She was shaping into a beautiful young maiden with long flowing, light coloured brunette hair, 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. They knew of the truth and new of the war that had been raging. Syrie's mother had brought her to them so that Syrie would be safe. She entrusted them with her daughter. Syrie had known for sometime that she had been adopted, but never pushed the matter. She loved her parents, even if they were not her biological parents. However, as time went on and as she sat their in her bed, she wanted to know and needed to know. Syrie found herself dwelling upon the topic that night as she read on in the book. Once she had finished, she placed the book night. Her mind was consumed by the thoughts of her past and childhood, questions circling within her mind. She needed to clear her thoughts. 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 milk chocolate and sapphire coloured eyes stared out past the brim as she gazed out her window into the dark, surrounding wood. 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. As Syrie wandered, she began to loose track of the time, her thoughts consuming her mind. Suddenly, something pulled her from her deep thoughts as her keen ears picked up a strange sound and her nose picking up a strange scent. Curiousity consumed her despite ever muscle and fiber in her being attempting to warn her into the opposite direction of the strange scent and sound. Quietly, she approached and moved in closer until she was able to see the source. Click to expand... The war was still going on to this day, though mainly between the two factions now. Most Mythics have strayed from the blood, and let the two groups just fight eachother. It would cause problems in towns, when each of the group would run into eachother, it was hard for a Lycan to fight the need to attack or kill a Vampire. Problem was, Vampires travel in groups, but a single Lycan could usually hold its' own, for a little while atleast. Back when the war was a raging force across the Mythic realm, most parents would call to the Human world for help, asking these couples to watch their children, sadly, most Mythics passed or were killed in the war before they could return to their children. Since the war has died down, some have reunited with their offspring, creating that family that was torn apart years prior. But for the ones who never saw their children again, knew they were in good hands, and would eventually find their way home, one way or another, they always found their roots. It was a humbling feeling to read in the newspaper that a family has reunited with their parents, the war tearing apart so much love and replacing it with blood and hurt. Being a warm evening that clashed with a cold front, there was a fog rolling about the forest. It was a beautiful sight as the fog rolled across the ground and the moon dawned the trees with light. In the distance there were two creatures, heading through the forest to a nearby stream. You dummy, I told you not to veer off the path, you were almost seen by a filthy human! The troll was rather large, he had fur in some spots, a thick skin in others. One thing the stories got right, trolls were ugly and did occupy the bottom side of bridges. Well my bad for wanting to see something other than a tree! The other troll was shorter, mostly hair covering this troll and he had a bit of an attitude, you could tell he was a young. I wish they would have just attacked when the humans decided to build a road right in the middle of our forest, it's a pain in my furry ass to dodge a mid sized sedans headlights. The younger troll was much like a human teenager, hates everything and thinks he knows everything. Oh so you want to be seen then dissected on a table? Those humans take apart anything they don't understand, and I'm sure you'd make their news. The larger troll was much like a parent, wise and having little patience with the young when it came to their safety. The stream was rather close to the secluded location, the two trolls finding the steam and proceeding to wash their dirty troll bodies. We wash in a river when others have baths and running water, why'd you have to be a troll? The younger troll was truly young and in the stages of youth where he hated his parents. Shut up, at least you have fur, I hope you get old fast. The older smelly monster grabs a fish out of the stream, tossing it at his son. The two Mythics continued their bath, not knowing they were being watched, and listened to.