4/3/2025, 8:17 PM
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The siren's song was meant to warn, not lure. But he had underestimated - presumed he was the most shadow-stained thing lurking out here in the gathering dark. That anything that crept near would sense the blood on his paws and the seductive sin in his melody and wander back to the safety of their kin.
He didn't notice her, at first. The bated breath of the world tilting into darkness was close enough to peace for him to relish in it, and his own song felt like a protective shroud around his shoulders. The frog on his shoulders heaved a grating croak just once, before Silvercreek suspected Frederick had outright gone to sleep, nestled in the plush fur he wore to combat winter's chill.
Frost-laden grass crinkled beneath his paw, and then the man's ear twitched as he caught a faint tune harmonizing with his own. His heart stilled at first with fear - caught already, and by who? Please, he nearly begged, just don't take me back, but he realized the scents around him had not changed, and this was not the ominous song of a Havener on his scent, with righteous and cruel justice making their blood sing hot.
This was another revenant. Silvercreek lifted his chin, catching the dimming light reflecting in a pair of bright purple wisps staring at him from beneath the shadows. One of the pack's wolves, straying too far from their cozy center to investigate the silver dagger carving his way along their territory's edges. Bold, or stupid - the same could be said of him. Silvercreek didn't quite bother with a smile, but a small one twisted at the edges of his mouth all the same, tail swaying lazily at his hips as he gave the girl more shadow than shape a considering tilt of his head. He had stopped his long, languid strides in favor of facing her properly, or where he was guessing she was. He couldn't sort out her silhouette exactly from the rest of the dark. It made her feel a bit more dangerous than he'd expected, and Silvercreek debated with himself whether it was wise to engage at all. But he'd always been too easily seduced by a little danger. It was what had gotten him into the mess he was running from.
He didn't quite want to break the reverie first, so he hummed the notes of his own melody for her once again, slow and deliberate.