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The sirens' song wafted over the caravan as the night stretched on, lulling everyone - even Grandore - into a deep, uninterrupted sleep. Their fingers stretched and coaxed their way through the cracks in the windows, water seeping through to drip and roll against the wall as they maneuvered them open, twisting their way into the rooms. They glanced at the occupants, uninterested in most but finding themselves crooning towards a particular fourteen. It had been a long time since their last game, and their God was not pleased with them. They had lost many sisters in His wrath - Leviathon needed his sacrifices. They had been able to feed off the village of Streamdrab for some time now, but it - just like the other villages closer to the coast - had soon been emptied both by Leviathon's hunger and the people's fright that could no longer be contained by their song. The sirens had been forced to go deeper and deeper inland, but they had been pleased at the appearance of this seeming offering for their needs. They did not need so many - fourteen will do, as long as seven proved themselves worthy to be before their God.
They tucked the sleeping sacrifices into their arms as they sang to them, pressing damp kisses against their cheeks and foreheads as they carried them away, gliding back out of the windows and through the empty city of Streamdrab - though the spirits of those who remained gazed on after them in regret.
The caravan trembled with the surge of these spirits' grief, their moans drowning out the sirens' song, their hands digging deep into the wood of the building. Wake up, they urged, though it was too late for those the sirens had already made off with.
Wake up.
( ooc: the actual maze thread will go up tonight, but feel free to have reactions of people missing, the people who are missing posting about waking up in a maze, etc. )
They tucked the sleeping sacrifices into their arms as they sang to them, pressing damp kisses against their cheeks and foreheads as they carried them away, gliding back out of the windows and through the empty city of Streamdrab - though the spirits of those who remained gazed on after them in regret.
The caravan trembled with the surge of these spirits' grief, their moans drowning out the sirens' song, their hands digging deep into the wood of the building. Wake up, they urged, though it was too late for those the sirens had already made off with.
Wake up.
( ooc: the actual maze thread will go up tonight, but feel free to have reactions of people missing, the people who are missing posting about waking up in a maze, etc. )