The Clearing

A bay stretches out in the far south, the legends of it keeping any sane fisherman from entering the dark waters. "Siren's Lagoon," they call it. A breeding ground for mermaids and evil creatures alike. Music is often heard from beneath the waters...dragging men down to their deaths, lost at sea forever.

The waves begin to crash against the sand, harder and harder, as a woman swims towards the shore, flashing silver and blue before disappearing back into the waves. Closer and closer, she makes it to the shore, her voice beginning to sing as she finally pulls herself on land, smiling as the air instantly being to dry her body off.

Syrina's hands are small and delicate with long fingers, small fins stretching down her forearms in the same deep blue shade as her long tail. Her face is round and petite, gentle in every way, dark brown hair stretching around it in chaos, as if to frame it like seaweed would a fish. Her breasts are small and petite, barely showing her womanhood beneath the strange, scale-like top the covers them. Her stomach is small, stretching into a strange tentacle skirt that dances around like an octopus. From beneath those tentacles stretches a fish tail, long and strong, shimmering in uncountable amounts of blue and silver. The end is an elegant tip a bright blue that's almost translucent.

It only takes moments for her to dry, though, and she is suddenly resting on her knees in a simple silver gown, appearing fully human but for those strange blue eyes flecked with gold and silver. Now, her voice is heard dancing through the air as she stands, as if she has stood before, and walks towards the clearing.

"The Moon is your guide,
The Stars, they have kissed Her,
As she goes gently by,
Light as a baby's sigh,
Safe on a fairytale stream...


And start a new dream."

Her words are strangely alluring as she smiles and dances into the clearing, dark curls stretching to her knees and flying about her body playfully as her hands brush across the flowers. She continues to hum the tune she presented with the words, her voice echoing on the wind like that of a siren. Perhaps she is the danger the fishermen spoke of? Or is she just here to sing?

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A tiny little creature known as Jarahki walked up to the serene clearing. His name was Calik Longtail and he was on his way looking for a good place to build a home. This was his first time living on his own. It was his own choice. His village didn't mind that he wanted to go out on his own. They'd prefer him not to, but it was his choice after all.

Calik was part of a furry little race called the Jarahki. There fur is usually a tan with brown markings with somewhat large ears. They have long tails that are prehensile, which makes living in trees perfect. Jarahki only stand about 2 feet tall so they are pretty small. When running they will get on all fours but they prefer to walk on their hind legs.

Calik stopped to look at his surroundings. The wind blew through his soft fur, his nose twitching smelling the crisp air.

"This looks like a great spot to build a new home. Far enough away from home and civilization but not too far. Its perfect!" Calik smiled happily and started unpacking what was in his large backpack.

He was almost done making camp when he heard some voices. Being the curious type, he followed the voices. Calik stopped on top of a hill and watched as the people down below talked.

"Hmph... People... Maybe they will be friendly."