Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

Siri said 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. Click to expand... The larger troll turned first, since the youngling was not interested at first at what the tiny female wanted to say. Quiet son, no need to add your input just yet. His large hand covered the youngsters mouth since the large troll doesn't want to give the wrong impression of their kind by letting the naive child speak first. Child, an Ookami is what you are, you have the characteristics of a Wolf, noting the ears and the two different colored eyes. Most say the color of your eyes indicate the powers you possess, which yours would be Water and Earth. The large troll was wise, and knew a lot about the creatures around him. You seem to have only been in your human form, you do have another form. The younger troll stood there, listening to his fathers wisdom. Not to be mean, but your kind has been known to be slaves, your kind are known to be lucky charms. You don't bring yourself luck, but luck to the others around you. Fortune is apart of that luck, so you can imagine why your kind would be know for being enslaved. The large troll looked around before looking back down at the female. Walk with us, it's getting late and there are far more creatures out here than us, some not as friendly as us. The troll turned, giving the female space to stand between the two large bodies. So you really don't know what you are? Interesting, the longer your kind is in its' human form, the stronger your feral form is. Since you've never changed, you'll only have one tail, but the older and wiser you get, you'll grow more. The father was intrigued by this young female, and didn't mind sharing his wisdom since most Mythics saw trolls as the lesser species. As for your kind, there are others, not as vast as trolls, ogre's or other popular creatures, but your kind does have its' settlements, living with other subtle creatures, and others that have abilities like theirs. The forest seemed to get darker as they kept walking, but their eyes adjusted like Syries would. Your kind once lived amongst the humans, but I'm sure you had the same problem they did, your ears and eyes mostly caught the wrong kind of attention. He spoke with a deep tone, the youngling just listening and watching the forest in front of him. Imagine if my kind tried to live with the humans, it doesn't work out so well. Lycans and Vampires are the most likely creatures to be found in a human setting. Though they're not like the creatures in your Hollywood movies. They're quite smart, but have a deep hatred for eachother. The two trolls stopped and the elder troll hut his hand in front of Syrie. We're about to slip into the Mythic Realm, try not to stare and just relax. He warned the young lady before stepping forward, crossing into the world of the Fairytales. Welcome to our world, and to your world. I realize it's new to you, but this is as much your world, as the tiniest fairy. The youngling takes off by himself, he was safe in his realm, no need to worry about the humans, though there was still danger in the Mythic Realm. I have more insight to your kind, but there's no need to overload you. The forest was still a little dark, but soon the two walked into a clearing and that's when it happened. In the clearing there were other Mythics, larger ones that even made the troll look small. That's an Ogre, also my dear friend. He pointed at the large green Ogre as it sat in the field, it was huge, its' bottom teeth over it's lips. The most common creature you'll run into will be fairies. They can be fun little things, but some are like your human children, arrogant and they have a since of know-it-all syndrome. There were other creatures, fairies flew around, smaller trolls ran around with eachother. The setting was much like a park in the human world, parents enjoying time with their children. Come, my wife will tan my hide if I let dinner get cold. You can join me, but even my wisdom will only take you so far, I'll eventually point you in the direction of a friend, he's much like you, but different in other ways. The large troll was vague with his description of his friend, he didn't want to overload Syrie with all the information he held. Notice as you walk with me, you're not getting any unwanted attention, and you're seen as normal here. The large troll reached down and grasped the hat that was hiding Syries ears. You can be yourself here, which I bet you have been craving to be yourself and just let your ears breathe. The troll knew it was hard to hide, he was big and an eyesore to some and hiding from the humans wasn't always easy when he was in the human realm. You have much to learn, but you also have much to fear. The troll concluded as they reached a large cave entrance. Where is your father? There was a female troll, you couldn't really tell by looking at her, though she did have a feminine voice. There he is, with the female I told you about. The female troll turns, looking at her mate before looking down at the tiny female. Hmm, explain. He tells her mate, the male troll getting a chuckle out of his mates jealousy. Her name is Syrie, she wants to know about her heritage, I'm guessing she's the result of a runaway, when the war was at its' peak. He has seen this a few times, where creatures find their way back home after living among the humans, hiding amongst them for safety. She has more questions, so be nice. The female troll was intrigued, and shocked that her son had told the truth. Well I would offer you some food, but I doubt your taste buds can handle this, but you may try if you'd like. The trolls were large, and female offering up some of their dinner which was deer, two deers actually and they were roasted above a fire. What other questions do you have? The female troll sat down on a rock, the cave had beds, made of grass and other materials and some odds and ends. The three started to eat, the female leaving a bit of meat on the spit that was above the fire.