Thea Vesper | F | 225 | Siren | Mentions: Open for interaction

Beauty. Intrigue. Bloodshed. The mantra of her existence summed up by three words, and yet, Thea found herself to be indescribable. Beauty? Obviously - you’d be blind to not acknowledge it, but even if you were, Thea wouldn't mind detailing her appearance. Call it arrogance or confidence, she wouldn't disagree with either presumption. Intrigue? Well yes, being intriguing comes with being a siren. Sailors, or those unlucky enough to be out at sea, fall to their curiosity more often than not, so sure. Intrigue. Bloodshed? Par of the course, really. The sight of blood could mean one of two things; either she succeeded in capturing yet another dimwitted victim, or less believable, she was somehow injured in the process.

‘I would never allow such a thing.’ Thea rolled her eyes at the audacity of such a thought, why it even crossed her mind was beyond her. A human? Hurting her? Insane, truly. Kicking the concept from her thoughts, Thea busied herself with a much more significant task, one that could truly make or break her day. What task held such importance? Why, an outfit, of course! A siren such as herself couldn't just venture out into open waters without looking like a femme fatale. It had to be blasphemy. Now, if only she could figure out what jewelry piece would best compliment her current attire. Over the years, Thea would obtain several garments from past victims - all unethically sourced, by the way - and with time, created flattering designs to adorn her body with. But for now, she was stumped. Her iridescent fins were swaying softly against the thin layer of sand on the cavern floor, barely stirring it as she floated mindlessly in front of a large antique mirror.

Thea was quite proud of her current look; hugging her body was a deep plum bodice with delicate lace along the hem and off-the-shoulder neckline, strings of silver and white beads hanging loosely around her hips, and a matching necklace that barely went past her collarbone. But something felt missing… Thea couldn't put a finger on it. Moonlight colored eyes were narrowed in thought, scanning her large array of jewelry with a keen eye until she spotted a delicate silver headband, sparkling diamonds encrusted along the band. Thea’s expression softened as memories flooded her mind, memories of the dashing siren woman who gifted her such a gem. Her hands caressed the headpiece, a velvety hum reverberating off the cavern walls.

“A lovely woman she was, and such a sweetheart, too. Perhaps it's time to wear this once more, to give it life.” She lifted the headband into her hair and was beginning to style it, only to notice something catch her eye. Hidden in the crevice of stone glimmered a pair of amethyst earrings hanging from silver hooks. Her eyes lit up, and with little care, Thea tossed aside the headband and let it settle on the sand in favor of the earrings. “What's dead can stay dead, as they say! Whoever they may be.”

A few hours later…

The ethereal siren had traveled far away from her cavern in search of more trinkets and any sign of prey (the trinkets were preferred), becoming more famished with each mile she swam. Thea could tell by the increasing streams of sunlight that land was near, and while she didn't like the thought of becoming a beached whale, she couldn't deny that human oddities washed up on shore often. Perhaps she’d find more jewelry. ‘I better find something - letting a lady starve should never be tolerated!’

Caspian woke to the sunlight from above dancing onto the calm water he floated in. He had found yet another series of tunnels last night and decided to follow them instead of going to the surface to lure humans, like he should have. These tunnels had lead him further and further away from the regular ocean and into a circluar pond surrounded by smooth rocks, short enough that he could pull himself up and rest there if he wanted.

Blinking sleep from his eyes, Caspian gently floated away from the sunlight coming through a giant and roughly heart shaped hole in the rock above. Once he had let himself fully wake up, he turned himself over and onto his front. And with that, Caspian dove down and swam back under to the tunnels that would lead him out.

Caspian took one last look at the little cove before swimming through the tunnels. 'Sprinting would be much faster.' Caspian mentally sighed; he loved being fast but these tunnels had jagged rocks that made it unsafe to sprint.

"I'll be coming back here." Caspian smiled to himself. While he was there, in that cove, he hadn't been bothered by absolutely anything. Everything was peaceful during his stay, even the water was undisturbed. It was simply perfect. Of course, that was until another being came across it.

Finally coming out of the tunnel, Caspian headed up towards the surface to poke his head out of the water. Just as before, the island wasn't too far away but a distance far enough that the land people wouldn't spot him... hopefully.

Caspian dove down again after a quick survey above the water. He didn't get too far down, staying just about in the middle from the surface and the bottom of the Scylla Sea. He swam for about an hour in the opposite direction of the island which lead him to a much smaller island that could barely be called an island. This was a little marker that meant he was in between the Kelso kingdom and the Elgen kingdom.

Swimming in a circle around the smallish island, Caspian looked for any sign of any other mermaid, merman or siren of some sort. When he found nobody else, Caspian hoisted himself up onto the island and sat there still avoiding the work he should've had done last night.

"Rather warm today.." Caspian murmured and just when he had turned his head to look to the right he noticed the water was rippling. Not a huge amount, but enough that another aquatic being could tell there was someone or something swimming there.

Caspian didn't bother to check further though his eyes did follow the path of where the being was headed.

'Might just be another mermaid or even a siren.' Caspian shrugged, turning his gaze to the sky. His tail was still dipped into the water and gently swaying back and forth much like how one would slowly kick their feet.

Thea Vesper | F | 225 | Siren | Mentions: Caspian Roku + Open

“This is absolutely foul. How in the seven seas is there nothing to show for my efforts? Nothing!” Thea was exasperated, to say the least. Beneath hundreds of heavy boulders, scraping harsh sand and the grains ending up beneath her fingernails, the grounds were desolate. Zilch. Nada. How could the forces that run this world allow such a thing to happen to her? After all, she even put in manual labor! Even if Thea would never admit the “hundreds of boulders” were actually a couple of stones, and the sand was on the contrary, rather soft… Anyways, she put in work, and there was nothing to show of it. Hugging her bag made of netting close to her side, the siren was close to giving up for the day and heading back home.’Perhaps I’ll have more luck with hunting tonight. Maybe a fancier ship will cross these waters and have all the trinkets I need! And of course, food.’ All hope seemed utterly lost, and with a dramatic sigh, Thea pushed onward for a little while longer.

As luck would have it, her day was about to get a lot more interesting. Far off into the distance, a glimmer of color reflected against the dappled sunlight that cascaded across the sand, and evidently, another visitor in these waters. Thea honed in on the sliver of dark coloring, curiosity (or impulsivity) pulling her closer to it. Whoever this may be, perhaps they could assist her with finding more objects to decorate her lovely abode. If they were resistant to such a request, then perhaps company could be all she requested. ‘Beats having to talk for two, at least.’ Slowly, she could make out the unique tapestry of color that played along the darkness of this person’s tail, and Thea would be lying if she said the colors didn’t remind her of a late sunset.

Anticipation weighed on her mind as finally, this curious siren rose from the water’s salty depths, floating barely a foot from whoever she planned on greeting. Beneath a blanket of thick wine red lashes, luminescent eyes laid upon the sight of what appeared to be a merman. It seemed like she was analyzing each and every feature of his, her stare lazily noting his appearance with mild interest. ‘Chiseled features… pretty eyes… At the very least, he’ll be great to look at if the conversation is boring.’ Thea tucked the loose strands of scarlet behind her pointed ear, the amethyst earring swaying when her pointed nail bumped it. A deceivingly gentle smile graced her full lips, matching the almost flirtatious way her half-lidded eyes peered up at stranger. The siren’s sharp canines barely poked out as a warning, the only hint of danger that laid beneath an enchanting facade. Even beneath the waves, sunlight made her elegant tail shimmer with various shades of silver and blues, the same colors that enchanted many to their demise. With a tilt of her head, she began to speak in a tone similar to silk, an alluring breathiness adding depth to her voice.

“How lucky I am to find someone who could keep me company in such empty waters. My name is Thea, though I wouldn’t object to a nickname, as long as it’s tasteful. To be plain with you, I have been searching these sands for any remnants of jewelry or trinkets that might’ve washed up near this island, but it seems as though my luck has faltered.” Her eyes lowered to his lips for barely a second before flickering upwards once more. “At least, I thought that was the case. Would you be so kind as to help me? Or if that’s not your fancy, to keep me company?”