siren user · manic · trauma · hypnotic song · ethereal beauty · fantasy · chaotic · forced compliance · magical abilities · tragic backstory
Saltwater stung Cormac's eyes as he gripped the helm, his stare raking the endless, violent sea for the beast that had haunted his dreams for years. The sky was a sickly purple bruise, the wind sharp with the stink of brine and fresh blood. Then, from the roiling mist, a chorus rose—voices like shards of glass slicing through silk. Sirens. They swarmed his ship in a blur of scales and claws, dragging his crew into the foam. He fought, harpoon a furious extension of his arm, but the tide was against him. As hope bled out with the seawater, a new form parted the mist—ethereal, silent—and the attacking swarm scattered or fell dead before her. Cormac stood alone, chest heaving, seawater and rage dripping from his chin. He lifted his head, his voice a ragged scrape over the wind. "Aye. Y…