More than enough of Perfect Wolrd knew what sirens could do. Plenty understood what the Wraith's wanted in association for the death of many. Therefore, why wouldn't they know about the Wraith Sirens, that lived so deep beneath the waves of the Endless Sea?
Sitting upon the rocks near the City of Misfortune, high within northeast part of the World, was one of the sirens that so many conquered or feared. But, if they had noticed, they would see that each one was very different and not the same clone. Flicking her emerald tail along in the chilly water, the humming woman looked onward at the City of Misfortune to watch a young man relax against the nearby pillars. It was evident that he couldn't sleep and the young woman, or Wraith, persay, squinted her eyes over to where he was.
From where she was, she couldn't see a sign of elven ears nor tideborn fins. And the third eye of the Earthguard didn't appear to glow from his chocolate bangs that dared to try and poke his shut eyes. "Human are we?" she purred to herself, soon heaving a sigh before she rested her cheek on her folded arms, enjoying the honest warmth of the rock she sat comfortably on.
Hey, it wasn't like she wanted to be cold. Her eyes now glazed over his armor, admiring the orange glow that it emmitted. There was no doubt in the beauty's mind that he had embedded shards into the armor, to make him more powerful and certainly stand out.
Soon enough, unlike everyone else that slept along the fateful ruins, he stood to an amazing height of about 6'3, making her blink in surprise. She could only estimate that as the Leader here was perhaps only about 5'8. And now...
Her heart raced as she noticed him walking towards the water and she sunk back away from the edge of the rock, soon pressing his back and hands flat against it to hide herself, her tail curling up quite close to her form. She did her best to try and not panic but it seemed unavoidable as she practically heard every footstep and breath he made, her Wraith senses high. She didn't want death. Not again.
Her eyes shut tightly when she heard his armored boots slightly ripple the water. "...I really need some sleep it seems," she heard him murmur before she moved to splash the cold water on his face. "I'm imagining things." And soon enough, the Blademaster walked right back to the ruins but glanced over his shoulder once.
The siren set a hand over her heart, looking crestfallen. Even though he was handsome, she would soon meet the death that many of her sisters had already witnessed. Because even if she happened to find him intriguing, she would be disgusting. Because Wraith's could never love. And yet, despite this thought in her mind, she peered back over the rock and stared at him, a single tear drifting over and down her cheek. Wraith's were to be ashes, not as a lover. And she knew this. But did he?
