Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

I t was comforting to know that she was placing a burden upon the trolls. It made the young Ookami feel at ease and even overjoyed. She blinked when they mention how it was a nice change for them and the way other creatures saw them. Well, that's stupid, so Syrie thought. It seemed judgement even extended into this realm. There was no true escaping such a thing so it seemed. She kept up her smile, a frown hidden beneath it as they mentioned the enjoyment of having friends over for gatherings and parties alike. Syrie never knew such joys due to the consequential outcomes. She maintained her smile as there was reason to smile. She could always fine a reason to smile, even through the darkest of times. As she listened to them speak, another troll soon entered, although his appearance was somewhat different. At his comments, she couldn't help but giggle, feeling rather compliment. She smiled gently as she watched the younger troll run out with the troll that had came inside. It was cute. Her attention was once again redirected to the older trolls. Once more, they had her full, undivided attention. It was clear and written upon her face how interested she was with what they had to say. She was intrigued by the way they had spoke of and the possibilities of her birth parents. The way it sounded, it was ensure they left their children in the human realm so that they could stand a fighting chance. This notion was of comfort to Syrie. When she had figured that she was adopted, she wondered what had happen to her birth parents and if they just 'threw' her away or was it something of more pure in nature. This was comforting news and a relief had washed over Syrie. She then began to wonder what would have happened if she didn't have a 'strange' appearance, and looked like a 'normal' human, if she would have been one of the children that would not have returned and lived out in a lie. It was worth being 'different' to learn the truth. Even through the hardships, she gladly endured them and would do so again so that she could learn the truth and not live a lie. Her head lightly cocked to the side as the topic finally turned to the 'friend'. She giggled at the way he spoke of his friend. It was clear with how he spoke of the other, they were quite close. She was fascinated with the information they gave her on the Elementals. She was a bit shocked at the care and concern they showed her. I couldn't put you out. Yet, despite her protect, it appeared as though their minds had already been made out and Syrie was to be a guest in their home. It was rather nice to feel welcomed in by strangers. Without meaning, a yawn had escaped and tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She was beginning to feel rather tired. Syrie had quickly raised her hand to muffle and conceal her yawn. Her ears then perked when she was told on what she should do in regards with her parents. It made perfect sense to her and was indeed quite logical. She nodded her head in response. Even if she still fully understand nor grasp the true reason, she knew there was in the very least at least one good reason and that was enough to go on. After all, she was still new to this world, even though it was her world, she had a lot to learn. Thank you. I appreciate your wisdom. Thank you for feeding me and offering your home to me. I will find a way to pay you back, I promise. Without realizing it, to either Syrie nor trolls, the one power she possessed was awakened at that moment. Good fortune was to smile upon the family from that point on. Even though Syrie was young, and weak in other areas, her fortune ability was stronger than even some of the older and wiser Ookamies. Her tidings of blessing fortune was unique than that of other Ookamies. Where would you like me to sleep? I hate to be rude, but I'm not sure I can stay awake much longer. I'm rather tired and know if I sit here any longer, I'll just pass out and fall over where I am sitting. She softly giggled at her own words. She waited to be shown where she could rest for the remainder of the night. When she was shown, she wasted no time in making herself comfortable. She nestled and nuzzled herself in, her eyelids feeling heavy. With a sleepy voice, she once again thanked them for their generosity. When sleep cradled her in its grasp, it was a pleasant sleep, or so it appeared. A strange plagued her mind of what appeared to be a fierce battle underway. She watched as two groups tore at one another's throats. It was a gruesome sight to be hold. From the battle, a large wolf-like creature appeared to be running, it's fur beige in colour with crismon tribal marking-like patterns intertwined into the colouring. Around the 'heel' of each paw were flames of crimson in nature. It possessed twenty-one tails with a flame dancing in a spiral around each tail. It was massive in size, larger than a polar bear standing upon its two legs. As it ran, it nearly appeared as though it was running in the wind, its paw barely being seen to touch the ground. In the massive jaws, it clutched a tiny blanket, a small figure appearing to moving about within it. So cries could be heard coming from the bag. As the wolf creature moved its way through a thicket, blood was sprayed from its chest and abdomen, staining the earth beneath. It was evident the creature had received a mortal injury, yet it continued onward. All of its remaining strength being used to take the bundle it carried far away. A beast soon appeared before the wolf creature, snarling and growling. Its image was hazy and Syrie could not see the true defined shape of the creature. It appeared to demand for whatever was inside the bundle. The wolf creature then spoke in a masculine voice, yet without even moving it's muzzle to speak. It was as though its voice came out in a telepathic manner. You shall never take away my fortune and treasure. A low, yet sturdy snarl escaped as it raised its massive gums, exposing the pure white, large fangs. The fur was standing on edge, and although it carried 'precious cargo', it was still on both defense and offense. Just as it appeared the other beast was about to attack, it appeared as something had caught it off guard and another figure appeared. The actions it then began to depict gave evidence that whomever, or whatever, this figure was, it was an ally to the massive wolf creature. It seemed to encourage the wolf creature to continue on his path. Even though it could not be seen on the creature's face, his voice gave gave evident to a smile in his tone. Thank you, my friend. I'm afraid my time is short and I will not be able to repay this debt. At least not in this life time. There seemed to be a bit of a chuckle in his tone before he soon once again sprinted away while the new figure took on the creature that had previously attempted to block the wolf creature. Syrie soon awoke, her head spinning. She groaned as she sat up before laying back down immediately. For a moment, the cave was spinning and she had to shut her eyes. One arm reached up placed itself to rest over her now closed eyes. Her heart was pounding, ready to burst through her chest as it heaved with heavy and deep breaths. After a couple moments, she soon settled, her breathing normal and the cave no longer spinning. She sat up, thinking upon the strange dream she had. It was rather vivid and complex in detail, even though she could not make out the distinct characteristics of the two figures that had been 'key players' in her dream. The only creature she could clearly see defined was the wolf-creature. Strange. For a moment, she thought to question the trolls about it, but figured that wasn't best for now. They already graced her so well, she couldn't possibly disturbed them with more 'nonsense'. She smiled when saw one of the trolls, politely greeting them. Good morning. I am ready to leave whenever. Thank you again for everything you've done for me.