Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

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.