The Siren's Lament

The ageless siren took her place among the sharp rocks, slowly climbing their aged faces. As she settled herself above the mournful sea, she began to sing. Her song rode the air like a fine mist (or poison). Knowing all too well of her deadly enchantment, her song took a mournful key, lamenting her curse; her being.

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This is Zeacantora, my siren character. More to come. I've been getting rather dramatic lately.. I just can't stay away from adding mist! Next time I promise I won't get so cracked out on mist