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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 08
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“She is… absolutely exquisite, Andr’ial. How in the world were you able to catch her?” “By net.” He chuckles. “And then I took her on board. It was not hard.” The horned man takes another sip of his wine. “She is defiant at times and is having some trouble giving up the notion that the filthy ocean is no longer her residence but she is learning quickly. She has spirit in her, this I like as if she was simply compliant there would be no challenge in it all.” “Was she mated?” Hir’itel gives the other man a sly smile. “I cannot imagine one such as her being untouched even by her own kind.” “Completely untouched. Like nothing I have ever felt. The first thing I did after cleaning her up was claim her. Was In’irda?” Hir’itel shakes his head. “Both my father and the auction house had gotten to her before myself, I had to wait several days for her to heal after their rough treatment. But I feel it was a boon because she quickly latched on to me as her savior. She will do anything I ask. But still, even obedience cannot compare to that beauty. How much do you want for her, Andr’ial?” White pupiless eyes narrow. “She is not for sale.” “I will trade you In’irda . Come now, an obedient Siren with years of understanding is worth far more than a troublesome child.” Andr’ial’s voice takes on a slight edge. “I said; she is not for sale. Nothing you can offer will change that.” “Then at least let me borrow her, have In’irda train her-” “After all those years that you flaunted In’irda in front of me, knowing where my desires lay. Now you think it appropriate to ask this? I do not trust you, cousin. She can be trained here. If you wish to lay your eyes on Ati’yya, it will be within the confines of my home.” “I have years of experience that you do not, Andr’ial.” “This I know, and is the reason I have asked you to come, but as I have said, I do not trust you and you will never be alone with her.”
 You are mad. Ati’yya says with a shaking of her head before she pulls her face from her knees and slides blue slitted eyes back to meet yellow. They are not even our kind and yet you sound as if you desire them the same way they do you. I did not ask for that male’s attentions and he has still forced them on me time and time again. He hurts me and yet expects me to lay on my back and endure it. When it becomes unbearable and I cannot help but pull away to escape it, he grows angry and hurts me further. Each time he takes me, all I can feel is pain. He cares nothing of my body beyond gaining his own pleasure so tell me how I could ever accept that or find it less than terrible? How am I to be expected to desire the attentions of a bearer of agony as you have seem to have done? The blue haired Siren’s eyes take on a small measure of disgust before she pulls them away and slides them back to her front, staring up at the bright suns that shine in through the balcony. She hates this, hates that one of her own people –a presence that should be bringing her some joy, is instead only adding the trapped feelings she’s being subjected to. The blonde accepts her fate for reasons she can’t comprehend, but Ati’yya cannot imagine herself becoming complacent and accepting it as well. She cannot. But she also hates to admit that she knows if she ever does hope to escape, she will have to continue enduring her plight. Not just endure, but comply outwardly as well it seems. Which means she will have to learn from In’irda, the ways in which she is expected to act. It disgusts her to even think of such things, but it will most likely end up being her only true hope of seeing her home one day again and attaining the life she’s had stolen from her. Closing slitted eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath in, Ati’yya makes up her mind. She will allow the other Siren to ‘train’ her in these creature’s ways, she will work to convince her captor that she is complacent like her yellow haired counterpart has become and then she will use it in order to find a way to get back home. It will not be easy and she’s unsure she will even be able to achieve it, but she has to at least try because she has no other hope of returning to the oceans otherwise as it sounds. Reopening her eyes, the slender woman rises to her feet, her lithe body highlighted perfectly by the sun’s shimmering light as she turns back towards In’irda with a rather blank look in her slitted gaze. No matter. If I am to be trapped, then I will find a way to live through it. If you are meant to teach me then do it. I will listen and I will learn. In’irda finds herself annoyed. She is trying to be helpful and do what her master has asked but this new Siren acts as if this life is something to be ashamed of. She is happy, she is proud, she is an object of desire and she enjoys it. If Ati’yya thinks she’s too good for this life then the blue haired Siren can have her filthy ocean. But she will do as her master has asked, because it is he that has asked it of her, despite her annoyance. She would not risk his displeasure. If you were to initiate his attentions, he would be more apt to let you control how they are given. If you deny them, then he will force them on you how he chooses. This is how I learned and I have discovered most masters are this way. If you touch them with kindness, then they will return it, if you challenge their rule, they will enforce it. Once you have learned what your master expects of you, you can control what attentions are given and how. Masters are generally predictable and consistent. I know how to quell mine’s anger, how to make him pleased with me, how to get the things that I desire. You can earn privacy and respect as long as their needs are met. Ati’yya wrinkles her nose, unable to stop the look of disgust that shifts through her features. She does not understand how the other Siren can stand being touched by them at all, they are not like their people, they seem rough and unrefined. Those others on that ship proved that, the ones in that town as well and even the body language of In’irda’s “master” has shown similar behavior as if there is nothing else to them beyond the desire to mate. Their needs…? Blue slitted eyes slide away from yellow and narrow, her voice dropping a little low. Their needs appear to be base and I do not understand them fully. The male who took me confuses me. There are times where he acts as my suitor’s had acted, as if he wishes to earn my favor so we may truly become companions. Yet he does not wait for me to choose to give consent, he simply takes from me as if I had no say from the start. So why would he mock me in courting if he plans to take what he wills regardless? These creatures’ actions make no sense and I am completely confused. It is simply their way. In’irda ignores the other Siren’s obvious look of disgust. You are owned, but your needs are not ignored by any means as I can see from all this. The smart ones want us to be happy for if we are unhappy, we cannot make them happy. I do not think he is mocking you, he just is not aware of the best way. None will wait for you to give consent. She laughs lightly at the absurdity. You are lucky to be courted at all, most do not bother. Most do not provide water in their chambers, beautiful views. Most are only made to appear as if they are courted fully but in fact live in cages until their masters are ready for them. An expensive trinket used for status so that they may be the object of worship and envy of all others. You do not appear to have this problem, you should consider yourself lucky. Tell me, has he let others touch you? Poke at you? Or has he shielded you from their gazes and fingers? That alone should tell you what type of master you will have. He would not need to shield me from his own kind if he had not ripped me from the hands of one of my chosen suitors to begin with. Ati’yya growls, finding it harder to deal with the other Siren’s acceptance of this life than she’d thought. She speaks as if she should be grateful for these boundaries, as if she should be thankful for her captor’s attentions and the pain he brings. What is the matter with her truly to prefer this to the freedom the oceans bring? Has she been without them for so long that she’s forgotten what it is to be one of their kind? Is this the fate that awaits her as well? In’irda seems to have lost all that she is and it’s as if she’s not a Siren at all, but one of these creatures instead. She does not want to lose herself like that, she does not want to forget what it means to be free. Webbed fingers slide up to her face and she shakes her head just a little. I cannot… she starts, unable to continue with what she wants to say and feeling suddenly overwhelmed. Turning away from the blonde, bare feet carry her slender body out onto the balcony so that slitted blue eyes can stare out towards the distance ocean, the defiance in her quiet voice prominent as the wind breezes over wet blue hair. I am not an object to be owned and I have no master. He is not my suitor and I will never take him as such no matter what he does. I will learn what I am required to learn, I will endure, but my being is still my own. You are here now, this is what you are. In’irda walks out to the balcony. If you try to escape, even if you could manage to go uncaught, you would starve with the mask. The rest of our kind is also so very far away, you would not make it back alive. You can accept it and try to enjoy your life or you can waste your days longing for what you can no longer have. How you feel about it all will not change what is. The sooner you acclimate, the easier things will be for you. It is not impossible to be happy in this life, despite what you may think. Golden yellow eyes look around. She could be very happy here and with Andr’ial as a master. Ati’yya is a fool for not realizing what she has. Ati’yya says nothing as she stares out towards the distant ocean, sliding webbed hands up to clench just slightly over her heart. That sinking feeling has returned with all of what’s been said, a hallow place that’s starting to open up inside of her chest and make her feel …numb. She’s being told she must accept this new life she’s had forced on her, become the companion of someone who hurts her and took her from all that she’s known and loved. That she must forget the feelings of freedom and the calls of her kind, enjoy being surrounded by foreign men while she’s constricted, caged or paraded around like she’s a pet. How can she do this? How can she do any of it? She feels as if she will waste away without the water and it’s paining her think that she will never again look into the eyes of her suitors or feel their gentle touches. She will never again hear her true name spoken from their lips or from anyone’s lips at all. Will she lose herself along with her name? Will she forget what it is to be herself as the other Siren seems to have forgotten herself as well? She is scared that she will, scared that no matter what she does she’ll never again feel the ocean surrounding her or be able to swim unabashed and free. She is scared that she will forget everything that makes her who she is and she doesn’t know how she will be able to endure it if she does. She’s beginning to feel so lost in the face of her fate. Before she can even think to hold back the tide of emotion that springs up, it begins to overwhelm her and soon her blue slitted gaze blurs when tears well up and threaten to spill over. Pulling her hands from her chest, she slides them up and drops her head, her whisper to In’irda so quiet that it’s almost lost on the light wind. I am not strong enough to accept this. I just want to go home… In’irda shakes her head. I am sorry, this cannot happen. Before she is able to say any more, the doors to Andr’ial’s chambers open and the two men return. A smile forms on the Siren’s face as she immediately leaves Ati’yya on the balcony and moves to kneel in front of her master, bowing her head. Hir’itel gestures for her to rise and cups the side of her face affectionately before blue pupiless eyes shift to gaze at Ati’yya while she faces away from them. The man’s expression changes immediately and In’irda freezes. The lust and desire in her master’s eyes is unmistakable. It was once the expression he held for her and her alone. Now he holds it for this untrained Siren who does not even have the desire to be part of this life. Anger wells up inside her and her own gaze shifts to the other female, jealousy and hatred written all over her face. “I thank you, Cousin, for allowing us to meet your new pet. I am sure In’irda will be returning to help train her in her new life.” Hir’itel is so distracted by Ati’yya’s beauty as she stands at the balcony he doesn’t even notice his own Siren’s reaction to his words. Andr’ial bows and escorts the pair out, closing the door behind them and resetting his wards. Quickened footfalls carry the horned man to his Siren’s side where he takes her webbed fingers into his and presses them up to his lips. “You are already an object of desire, little fish. He would have traded his own for you.” Teary blue slitted eyes slide away from the white that hold her, webbed fingers clenching just a little tightly around the horned man’s own. All of what In’irda had said suddenly streaks through her mind as his lips touch her skin and she finds herself again overwhelmed. This man who stands before her has taken her from all she’s known and loved, hurt her so terribly over and over again. Yet the other Siren has told her she should be grateful, that she should accept what he’s done and these supposed gifts he’s given, that she should accept this new life as it is and learn to be happy. But how can she possibly be happy here? How can she accept that she will never again feel herself surrounded by the waters or that she will never again feel the freedom of the winds whipping through her hair? How can she accept that she will never again feel the touch of her suitors, or see them smile at her and hear her name whispered from their lips? How can she accept that she will never again hear her name spoken from anyone’s lips at all? And mainly, how can she accept that she is meant to be this male’s companion when she has no say in it of her own? In’irda claims he is not mocking her with his false courting, but how can she believe otherwise when he has caused her so much agony? When his touch has been continuously filled with pain? Yet… here he stands, speaking soft and near gentle words she cannot understand, smiling at her the way her suitors did and touching her carefully as they had done before. He confuses her beyond reason and she is starting to become unsure. She doesn’t know what to think anymore, of this life she wants desperately to escape from or of the horned man that holds her hand and it makes her ache so deeply inside that she fears she will collapse unto herself from the weight of these thoughts and feelings alone.
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