Thread: Hidden Past (Siri-x-ApocalypticPlayer)

S yrie's interest was peaked even further at the mentioning of her having another form. It excited her to know such a thing and she found it amazing. A heavy burden also felt as though it had been lifted. As the larger troll continued to speak to her, she felt at ease and even comforted in the notion that she was not bothering them. In fact, the troll appeared to be quite friendly. That was the opposite of what she had read in the fairytales of old. They often referred to the trolls as being cruel and even cynical. However, a sadness suddenly plagued the young maiden as the troll spoke of her kind being slaves. Slaves? She had question and listened as the troll explained further. Her kind brought about luck and good fortune, so it would start to make sense as to why her kind were enslaved. At the mentioning of it getting late and far less friendly creatures that would come plague the woods, Syrie squeaked lightly as she quickly hastened her pace so that she was between the two larger trolls. As they continued on, she listened to the details the troll gave. She listened with big eyes, much like a child. She was very inquisitive, occasionally pipping up with questions that were soon answered. She felt at ease with the trolls. It was nice having someone talk to her in such a way that was not her parents. She was fascinated by what the troll had to say and didn't take notice as the forest grew darker. She was to wrapped in what the troll had to tell her. With each step, she seemed to possess a bounce in her steps. For a moment, she lost that bounce as it was brought up about cruelty of man. She did know it all too well, yet she still found beauty and hope for mankind. As they approached the Mythic Realm, she found herself halted by a large hand and she turned her gaze to look upon the larger troll. She took his words seriously and gave him a soft nod of understanding. Syrie could feel a change in atmosphere as they entered the other realm. It felt welcoming to her and yet seemed to demand respect. As they continued on and entered the clearing, Syrie couldn't help but have her eyes wandering. She made sure not to stare for too long, but still took in the sight. She smiled softly, watching the scene play out before her. It seemed something sweet to her. She glanced to the troll once more before her eyes ventured to the ogre. She paused for a moment, staring at its massive size. She was truly in awe and felt nearly overwhelmed. The fairytales appeared to have it wrong. Humans definitely did put their own spin on the lives of non-human creatures. It all seemed so peaceful and warm. Syrie was lost in her amazement and it took the trolls words of allowing her ears to breathe that she realized her hat had been removed. Her ears perked from their hiding place, twitching some as she let out a heavy sigh of relief. She hated having them concealed. The hat agitated her ears and it was a good feeling not needing to hide them. Thank you. She whispered softly. Syrie giggled at the mention of the troll's wife killing him if they were late for dinner. She continued on with him as they approached the mouth of a cave and remained still as the female came out and eyed Syrie. Syrie smiled politely, placing her hands in front of her as she bowed her head and shoulders forward. Nice to meet you, Ma'am. I apologize for keeping your husband. I do have many questions and your husband has been kind enough to indulge my curiousity. Her head raised but then lowered once more at the offering of the food. Thank you. Syrie followed the trolls and sat near them. She eyed the deer, her stomach giving a light growl. Syrie loved meat with a passion. She enjoyed fruit and vegetables, but her favour was meat. She licked the corner of her mouth and waited for the others to grab their fill before she took her own. I love venison! She exclaimed excitedly. She was soon eating her feeling, tearing pieces apart with her sharp fangs. If she had possessed tails, they would be wagging. After a few large bites and swallowing each bite, she glanced to the trolls. You stated that I was the result of a runaway when the war was at its peak. What exactly did you mean by that? Syrie began to fiddle with piece of meat that was held in her hands, her ears fully erect to attention. What do I have to fear? I've also gathered that I will have to learn much on my own and elsewhere. So then, where I am going to need to go and can you point me in the right direction? I don't wish to burden you any longer. That tender smile curved her lips as she allowed her gaze to fall upon the trio. And I must say, you have a loving family. It reminds me of my own. I do have this feeling though, that I am going to have to leave all that I know behind including my family. There was a hint of sadness in her tone as she spoke, visualizing her human parents. She loved them dearly, but something was telling her that she needed to leave them. Oh! Thank you again very much for inviting me into your home and sharing your meal with me. I know I am a stranger and you have showed me such kindness. I cannot tell you how much that means to me. She had closed her eyes, a big, warm smile in play as she spoke. Her eyes then reopened, returning their gaze to the meat in her hands. You also stated something about a 'friend'. This friend will be able to help me? You also said he was like me but different. How so do you mean? Syrie realized she was asking a lot and felt that she may overstay her welcoming and quickly she apologized with a light hearted laugh. The piece of meat she had been fiddling with was soon being teared by her fangs and consumed.