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Something stirred the air and vibrated against the droplets of water being tossed about by high winds the weather mad did not predict in the weekly forecast. It was a gossamer sound, music but not a song, it could not be because there were no words just beautiful runs and patterns designed to keep the listeners attention. Many who found themselves wandering on such windy days along the rocky coast would find a brief warmth in the chilled and haunted ambiance. These travelers would take relief in the sounds which guided them along the treacherous trail towards and even more uncertain terrain towards the host.

Her voice was beautiful as it rose and dipped; breaking evenly like the waves of the sea to crash down smoothly and roll gently back down the grainy slope and sharp rocks. Again the sea surged up to meet her voice with a mighty cry and bashed against the cliff’s stone walls with freezing water. The young woman stood on the edge, the toes of her boots hanging in the air below the angry and vicious pool. She didn’t seem particularly nervous or intimidated by the thrashing hydra who lurked unknown beneath the cliff’s domain which was causing these horrible storms.

A few more hours of this enchanting went on until the sea stilled and the hydra was slumbering much more peacefully now that the song had done it’s work. The young woman closed her mouth and let the gentle wind take her voice away towards the open sea where hopefully it would reach the ears of her people. She instantly felt weak at her knees and slumped to the ground where she closed her mind’s eye and found her one son the outside awake.

"Shit…" she groaned, picking her head up off the beach table, and found a pool of saliva had formed on the pages of the new 'Seventeen' magazine she had bought at a news stand mere feet away, "Double shit…" she swore again realizing her black coffee had gone horribly cold when she sipped it for the first time since waking up.

The music teacher shook her head of wispy California blond hair and felt the nippy air take a few bites at her exposed ears, she sighed and tapped her left hand fingers against her left cheek. It was her day off for crying out loud! A day free from the constant torture of horrible sharps where they don't belong; no B flats in a song needed to be gloomy and no too-fast or too-slow wannabee Yo-Yo Mas'. Her vivacious blue eyes scanned the crowd in search for a snack... snack? Oh yeah. One slight thing left for all intensive purposes: she was a man eater.

She generally gave soft, fleshy beings a wide berth but she worked for many under the guise as a simple music teacher in Union Square. The name on her pay checks was D. R. F. but what she went by on the dark back streets was Beautiful Death. As a siren she could sing any man or woman to their death. She didn't mind, in fact she was a mercy angel to keep certain fleshy beings from their true destiny. She was their destiny and how poetic for that to be her name: Destiny.

word count: five hundred and forty-six
mood: happy
tags: anyone
muse level: high
music in the mind: blah blah blah by ke$ha
quick thought: first thread!

[L i L L Y - !]

~ d a k o t a -- !

"we walk the city, i talk to you understand; so won't you tell me? how i know this place like the back of my hand?"

It was not out of his nature to go on walks through the park.

It was however, out of his nature if he was taking a walk through the park to find a mythical creature. At first, he had assumed that Chandler had a few screws loose; but upon being taken along to see that such creatures truly existed, Dakota had been turned into a believer. But, his own opinions blurred his judgment. Why was it that he insisted on them all killing these creatures? What if they were not even monsters, but alike humans; some of them were kind? Alike humankind in certain aspects in one way or another. But it was simply not his fault at best, rather; it was theirs. He would lose his baby sister, and there was no chance he was going to give her up because he couldn't tell the difference between good and evil.

That was why he did this job.

Luckily for her, he never actually had to lay a finger on them. Should the creature prove to be of use, SUAD would keep them and he would make sure they did as told. But even so, they would attempt attacking him and he wouldn't do so much as flinch. Dakota had become friends with some of them if anything at all, and at times he would attempt to free them.

He didn't belong with them.

But he did as told. Dakota of course, would rather do anything than patrol the park for any sort of mystical creature. There had been a report of a mythical creature lurking about the park; someone had tipped them off. She wasn't much of a threat, or at least not in public where everyone could see. Dakota had resisted at first, but they reminded him that they could hurt his sister. So he came to the park.

He couldn't tell who it was however. They had said she had blonde hair, but the more he thought about it; the more it occured to him. Nearly everyone in California had blonde hair. Well, that certainly narrowed it down. Dakota rolled his eyes, although his blue eyes shifted towards the picnic table. A blonde, who seemed to be looking for something. They were a bit strange, he mused. The black haired teen strolled up towards the siren (unbeknownst to him of course), and took a seat diagnally away from her.

"You seemed like you were looking for something." He said simply, blinking as he waited for her responce. Perhaps that was not the best way to start a conversation. But then again, Dakota might have needed to turn her in for all he knew.

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tags: destiny, and anyone else who wants to join i suppose.
lyrics taken from: february air by lights.
listening to: supernatural by flyleaf.
mood: amused.
ooc notes: haha, poor dakota. he has no idea what the hell he's getting into. x3[/size][/ul]

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In amongst her search for a new piece of meat to chew on Destiny was indirectly confronted by a teenage boy, by indirectly confronted he took the seat across and diagonal to where she sat at the cafe table with her cold, disgusting cup of black coffee. Wryly she gave him a look which implied a few things to the average person-- no soft fleshy being. The first look would have been the general 'and who might you be?' look or as Destiny would have preferred: 'excuse me emo boy?' look since. He didn't exactly look like a happy camper in this setting either, maybe he would be a good boy and run along to a dark gloomy corner now?

"Yes I am looking for a decent cup of black joe," Destiny joked dryly as she swirled the cup and could hear the liquid sloshing around in a mini whirl pool like she had hoped it would sound, "What about you? You don't look so happy to be here, go find a nice little corner in the shade with a picture book or something," she mused as she dabbed her napkins on her magazine in an attempt to salvage the picture from the saliva bombshell.

Avoid contact at all costs-- never trust a fleshy. Avoid connections at all costs-- do not love the fleshies. Avoid hope at all costs-- because if you made it here you are obviously at the end of your ow rope. Three rules any mystical creature could live by and if that mythical creature followed them to the end then they might find themselves in a suitable life. Not a happy or satisfying life but a life in which they are breathing if barely. Destiny did what she could to stay alive, she had done a lot of things she wasn't proud of, and a lot of things she was embarrassed about but all who knew zipped their lips. Whether you were a griffin, a phoenix, even a goblin-- you would keep your gossip to yourself and if you wanted to speak you spoke to yourself. That was why she was short with everyone, not just this boy who had that smell, that horrid smell clinging to him, reeking torture, fear that was not is own, and death

Destiny was not one to jump to conclusions but ever since the raid she had made it her job to keep her nose up and turned towards boys and girls like the one close by. He did seem troubled, the type SUAD took in, and inwardly she hoped he wasn't too offended by her comment but she had to keep herself distant. She was a cursed siren after all and it would not be the first time forbidden love had crossed her mind; inside she spoke to herself in a slow voice as if one was addressing a child to explain a wrong deed.

To confront this obvious obstacle Destiny crossed her legs as she turned to face him in her chair. Her captivating eyes observing every inch of him as she leaned slightly on her left forearm and began to memorize his face. If he had been just a normal human she would have opened her lips right then and there; letting her silver tongue sing a sweet lullaby to restructure what he was going to spend his day doing-- convince him to kill himself. It had been exactly fur weeks since she had killed anyone, er, convinced them to commit suicide, and even though she was feeling her powers beginning to intensify Destiny did nothing but keep her mouth shut tight. The last thing she needed was SUAD on her trail on her only day off.

word count: six hundred and fifteen
mood: upbeat
tags: Lilly and still open for more
muse level: high
music in the mind: blah blah blah by ke$ha
quick thought: omigod no he does not xD[/size]