THE SIREN OF THE AZURE

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] It was about time that she look for a place to stay on land, while she's there. Not that she would ever use it much. It was to be more of a squat: the swamp itself and its waters were more her home, but it made sense to have some place to store things that needed to stay dry such as her perfumes and few belongings.

Shifting over the land now, seeking out a house, one that was fairly dilapidated but still sturdy and stable. Running tongue over teeth inside of her mouth with a low hiss, walking into the house and inspecting it. She liked it. It fit her crocodile body, not that she cared whether it would or wouldn't. If it didn't she could just do a little .... decorating. Looking around the room, she tipped her head. Too much ... clutter here. Whipping out her tail, destroying different walls and obstructions, pushing everything to the side. Maybe she could have a fire in here, there was a fireplace. Burn all the old shit in here, never was hers, never would be.

Walking back to the front door, wiggling her body side to side to fit properly again, grunting slightly. Well, it was time to make it home for real. Not that she'd be in it often - but if others wanted to visit her they could come here to look. Pulling in an old mattress she'd found in the junkyard, putting it in the middle of the room, making trips back to the water's edges, collecting the things she'd like to bring in. Setting the few things up, some items she'd found that she could make use of. Tables, chairs, blankets and pillows, etc. Small niceties. Put a few nails in the walls, hung up a few things; first was the sword she'd been given by the Patriarch when she'd completed her learning under them, second was the shield her mother had given her, third the bag she had been given to carry her perfumes and tools. Stepping back, looking at the wall, noting how empty it felt. Looks like she might need to hang something else up.

Despite knowing her ways with perfume, she wasn't a frail and flowery lady. Hell no. Mama taught her the tips and tricks back then, a business Mama ran well. One that the Patriarch enjoyed too, their house always smelt good, and she got to learn under the best teachers. Something to give dignity to her bloodline, chaotic fucks that they all were. Her parents had their homage already, only one was left here. She'd met the Patriarch here, spoken to them. Mama was dead, gone. Maybe at home now, waiting for them all, with Laeglin and everyone else. The Founder was somewhere around, maybe she sould seek him out. It had been him that had started it, skulls, hanging them in the family territory. Skulls of their enemies mostly, but since she wasn't a God, but bore the blood of a God-killer and a God, she shouldn't collect skulls of either unless provoked. Skulls were next.

These skulls in specific, were similar to ones that her family had collected. An all but shattered canine skull with splinters and cracks covering it, a small feline's skull with poppies coming from the sockets, a large feline skull with silver filled cracks, and a lion's skull without blemishes. There were various other skulls littered about, but thse were special, they would be displayed on the outer walls of her home. -