Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

S yrie remained holding her breath as the trolls took notice to her. Crap! She had been paying more attention to the direction of the wind. At first, it was the younger troll who noticed and then soon the older troll. Syrie took a step back as the younger troll stomped its way towards her. Her eyes widen as she could now fully see every detail of the troll. It was a hideous creature indeed, yet she could find beauty in any and everything. She even found beauty through the cruelty of the humans who showed her such cruelty. Syrie jumped at the sudden loud crash of the tree as it slammed into the ground after being ripped from its grip on the earth by the troll. She remained still, her nose merely inches away from the troll's own face. She listened to it speak and she remained silent, not providing an answer. She was still in shock at seeing the trolls and the questions were barely registering to her. Her different colour orbs glanced to the older and larger troll as it came over. Suddenly, she was peaked as the troll called her an 'Ookami'. Her mind raised as she attempted to recall what an 'Ookami' was. Her question was answered as she heard the two trolls discussing the Ookami breed as they walked away from her. Syrie's heart was pounding, not from fear, but from excitement. Perhaps she could finally find her answers that she so desperately seeked since she was but a young child. For a moment, Syrie's legs felt heavy, but with some motivation she was able to make them move as she attempted to follow the two trolls. She continued to listen them speak about the Ookamis and what they were capable of. She was intrigued by this information. Syrie couldn't help smile at how the way the trolls appeared to behave and have families like a human would. She began to forget about what they are nor the strange of this all. In fact, it was almost as though this was seemingly normal for the young maiden. Syrie was chewing upon her lower lip, waiting for the trolls to stop talking. She did not wish to interrupt them for she was not wanting to seem rude. Once there was a pause, Syrie's breath was caught as she stopped in her tracks. Her stomach seemed as though it was turning, overflowing with butterflies. She felt nearly lightheaded as the promise of answers were in her grasp. Syrie did not wish to pester her parents with such questions, not wanting to seem ungrateful to them. They had provided her with such love and affection, giving her a warm meal and place to sleep. They spoiled her with their love, never seeming to run out of it. Now, there was an outside source she go to for help in answering her questions. Syrie only hoped that the trolls would be able to answer her and would be willing. She did not want to push her luck and gnawed over what questions to ask so that she would not be seen as an annoyance. For a moment, she began to hesitate, not wanting to burden the trolls as they appeared to be in a hurry. Yet, she did not know when she was going to have this opportunity again. This appeared as though it was a once in a life time opportunity. A strange voice echoed in the back of Syrie's mind, nudging her on. The breeze once again picked up, gracing itself along Syrie's back as it picked up speed. Her hair began to tussle as it began to cascade over her shoulders as the lengthy ends began to dance. It appeared as though the wind was attempting to push her forward, towards the trolls and the direction they were heading. She continued with her graceful steps, behind the trolls as she gripped at the him of the skirt of her dress once more. Uhm, excuse. I bet your pardon and I know are in hurry. She stopped when the trolls were to look at her, her head and shoulders bowing forward in their direction to show them respect. My name is Syrie, and I have some questions. I don't wish to burden you with them, but you called me an 'Ookami'. That's what I am? Do you know where there may be others of my kind? I'm not ungrateful for the life my parents have given me, but I've known for sometime that something was off with me and why I never saw any humans like me. Even my parents don't look like me and I've known for sometime they are not my birth parents. Her head slightly raised, a soft smile in play across her lips. They've been wonderful to me and I don't regret any of it. But, I would still like to know for some reason. Her eyes then gazed to the trolls before she gasped. Oh! It's pleasure by the way to meet you. To be honest, I've always wanted to meet a Troll and many others. She soon blushed before lowering her head once more, feeling embarrassed now as though she may have overdone things. I'm sorry for taking your time and spying on you earlier as well. That was very rude of me, and I shouldn't have done that. Her voice and tone were sincere. Syrie carried a a tender and that of true purity aura about her.