"Such beauty, and yet deadly. Surely you must be one of God's own creations."
I have a name. It was Victoria, but now I am called Syrena. I am a Daughter of the Sea.I left my home, White Cap Bay, when I was kidnapped by the murderous pirate Blackbeard. I am free now, and I still call the seas my home.Swimming outside of White Cap Bay with:
((goodnight <3 Will officially come off hiatus soon. I may actually come on a lot this week. I missed Syrena and all of you so much <3)))
Just because my muse is flirting with, hitting on, or hoping to get yours into bed doesn’t mean your muse has to reciprocate - or that I want to write smut with you.
The sea seems so quite today.
“Tamara…” Syrena said, generally surprised. “Do you… do you remember me?”
The sand felt good between her toes. Syrena curled them once more, relishing the cleansing feel before she dove into the water once again. The thin white dress she wore hung loosely on her frame. Her black curls blew in the wind, brushing her face. She breathed in the sea air, ready to get back in the water.
A snap came from behind her. She gasped, turning her head. Her hair twisted fluidly as she moved, almost like a goddess. “Who’s there?” she asked.
