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All was calm and peaceful; the city went about its merry way as it did every day. Men, women, children all hustled and bustles; carpenters built, merchants sold, thieves stole, and so on and so forth. Patia was like it was every day before and would probably be the same every day after?well, except for one little detail.

On a nondescript roof some irrelevant distance away?a most interesting thing happened. The sun was shining bright all but on one spot, so high up into the air that no one bothered to pay it any attention and those that did would likely ignore it as some by-product of the magical word; the arcane was not some abnormal thing to these people, not by a long-shot.

From this shadowy portal, a figurine would drop out; human sized, human weight, it would plop onto the roof with no modicum of pain or shock from impact before the portal would eat itself and disappear as quickly as it had come.

Now, the Siren was left alone, in a strange town atop a strange rooftop; where would this story go?

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The Parasite Mother did not care much for other beings interrupting her plans, particularly creatures she could not see or feel. From within the bounds of her fleshy womb, she was helpless to dissuade the tides of the Weaver as they caressed the Host's still-delicate form; something she could not accept. Tendrils, already inhabiting nearly every millimeter of the Siren's unconscious form, began an intricate weaving of their own - tying the Parasite Mother further to the mind and body of the Siren. Lazily, as though a serpent entranced by the music of an instrument unseen, the Queen threaded herself to her child; the First of the Brood. And within nigh a moment - she could see as the Siren saw; know as the Siren knew. Ceasing the flow of anesthetic through his potent veins, the Queen merely awaited the Host's awakening, where he would find himself quite changed.

"Awaken, blood of my Life;

flower of my salvation."

The Lazuline awoke to a tremulous screeching, his fingertips shooting to his ears hurriedly in an attempt to block out the horrendous noise. As a Siren, and accustomed to rituals of song and Voice, the ears of his race were particularly sensitive - and were currently being subjected to the equivalent of torture. Yet, as his eyes shot open, the definition of this screeching would not evade the Siren's comprehension.

"Blood... flower..."

The Parasite.

A low growl rumbled in the back of Celestine's throat, begging for its release. He had no knowledge of his surroundings, save that he was on a rooftop in an(other) unfamiliar city, and that he yet wore the rags he had been wearing when he had washed to shore from his ocean home. Releasing the solemn cry into the clear sky of Patia, the arms of the Siren would extend outwards, as though pushing with great intensity the stifling reality he called his life.

"Why!?"

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"Son, I need you to deliver this package to an Innkeeper in Patia. Can you do this for me, Remiel?"

"Yes, Father. I won't let you down, Odin."

Had it really been only yesterday afternoon when he had spoken to the Gaian Saint? The boy couldn't recall how time had passed so quickly, and all he had to worry about was delivering the box he had strapped to his back. The brown-haired boy was so focused on his last conversation with Odin before he departed the Temple of Gaia to come here that he completely lost where he was going and stumbled into the chest of an older man carrying a large bag slung over his shoulder. Remiel crashed on the stone floor, landing on his behind with a near bone-shattering fall - but everything was still intact; aside from his pride.

"I'm sorry, young man. I didn't see you there."

"No, no. Its my fault. I wasn't looking... S-Sorry."

And the conversation ended there, the older man had continued on with his journey to wherever he was going and Remiel was left there recollecting what just happened. The boy stood up, brushed himself off and resumed his pace down the busy merchant street with people of various cultures talking, conversing and selling and buying. Remiel held no interest in their short conversations, he was only intent on finding this Inn Odin had told him about--oh what was the name again?--

A screech echoed overhead, the boy's head jerking in the direction of its source. The cry sounded far away, but, the way the wind carried it made it intriguing to the young Gaian apprentice. Remiel began wandering down each new street, nearing the source of the scream with every passing second. Coming to a stop the boy arrived at an abandoned monastery building; perhaps under a dying faith. The doors creaked as Remiel entered, slipping through the dim lit loft-like room before walking into a larger room. The next room held cots on each side and led down the entire stretch, there must've been a couple dozen of them. Unkempt and warped by the toll of time.

Reaching the end of the large room, Remiel entered a narrower corridor that must've extended to the other end of the building (which wasn't entirely large in total, but, to a child could seem endless) and against Remiel's better judgment appeared to go on forever. As he strolled to the end of the hall, he passed several locked, broken doors that were offices and small rooms for prayer. Remiel gave them a one over before continuing to the end, peeking his head around the final corner. To his amazement he laid eyes upon something he didn't expect to see; a stairwell.

"H-Hello?"

Chestnut eyes gazed heavenward as his voice echoed in the narrow tower. Swallowing a large knot, the boy began to ascend.

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The entire body of the Siren froze as he heard the semblance of a human voice echoing from a nearby locale. Arms extended as though accepting the sunlight about him to his own contrite luminescence, Celestine's head turned slightly, as though listening more closely to the noise. From the sound of it, the origin of the miniature din was some distance away, judging by the echo created as the wave bounced from surface to surface in its travels. Also, judging by the tone, the one who created the sound was one young in years. At this, the stomach of the Lazuline grumbled its protest. He had not eaten in ages, it seemed.

"I sense opportunity."

Abruptly, the screeching interrupted Celestine's thoughts once more, prompting him to give a small cry of surprise as he stumbled backwards, clutching his head with both hands. His back was to the supposed stairwell, though he knew nothing of its existence. Dropping to one knee suddenly, the eyes of the Siren shut in a silent agony, fighting instinct to tear into his own flesh to retrieve the perversion of nature from his own bowels. He knew well the legends of the Mother Parasite - that once having entered the host, she was impossible to remove. He also knew that he was likely tightly bound to her own consciousness, as she was to his. She would attempt to communicate with him; to establish a bond of amiability with the host.

All of this seemed to pale beside the torture of her voice. It seemed that rather than attempting to forge friendship with her host, she was merely attempting to assimilate him into her network of parasites; an intricate web of hostility and treachery that knew no rivals. He had seen the handiwork of a Queen before - upon a Drizel he had been presented with at a young age. One day while 'riding,' the young Siren had neglected the creature long enough for it to contract the horrific infection:

it had died by the time the sun had set.

Now it seemed that Celestine was confronted with this selfsame terror. His limbs contorted in fear.

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With each footfall the young boy made, the steps creaked from age. Careful, he thought, as he continued to ascend. He was suddenly halted by another round of screams coming from above. Was this Gaia, Herself, testing him? Had Odin deliberately sent him here for this? Was this all a test; his initiation into the Order? Swallowing another knot in his throat, Remiel moved onward, hands clutching to the warped railing at his side, winding around the spiralling staircase.

Another scream filled the small tower, carrying it all the way down to Remiel's position, each time the scream came it caused the boy to stop and recollect himself. After a moment, he'd begin climbing once more. He eventually arrived at the top of the staircase, where a door separated him from whatever was creating these horrific cries. Wiping prespiration from his forehead, the boy reached for the doorknob--

A scream came, louder than the rest had been and even more horrifying.

The boy paused, beginning to notice the hairs on the back of his neck rising, his skin pruning with goosebumps. He began doubting why he'd been so curious in the first place; he had no business here. He had to deliver this package before nightfall tonight, otherwise Odin would be gravely upset with him...

"Remiel, my son, it is imparitive that you deliver this package before nightfall tomorrow. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Odin. I will not fail you."

"Good, now go. Time is not a luxury we can let pass us by."

Lightly pushing the metal door, Remiel's eyes fell upon a creature he'd never seen before. His jaw gaped, auburn eyes staring at the sight before him. What was going on?

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Lost for such a long time a never ending path extended infinitely below his feet. Josef had no idea where he was or what he was doing, he began to lose his own thoughts due to his own psychosis. Contrary to the belief "A crazy person does not know they are crazy" Josef had now known, seeing things, and feeling things far beyond what can be called as a 'normal' reality. From the sky falling, to his main adversary becoming a large talking bear, Josef, Butch, Der Metzgermeister, whatever his own name was, had completely gone insane. Not even knowing what thoughts his own brain produce, not sure if the thoughts are his or someone else's, or if the thoughts even truly exist. Even if Josef knew where he was going, he was completely lost.

Scratching at his neck, he could begin to feel the burn, as the skin began to rub away with the scratch of his fingernails against the delicate and diseased skin. He was tired of this life, constant feeding to just be able to live, to be a cannibal just for the sake of living, death in order to live. These thoughts, or whoever thoughts they were continued to crawl through his mind, much like a bug.

The violent struggle of life began to stretch its way across his skin, this time he no longer cared he no longer had the will or motivation to continue his life, when he had no purpose to living it. But then, a thought came to his mind, what if his purpose, is to end other's lives? An intriguing question indeed. Perhaps he were designed by a higher power, not for the purpose of living, but for the purpose of killing those who need to die. Such as a fire is necessary to purge a forest that grows too wild. Maybe this were a reason for his being, a cause for life, a call to arms. A smile would light up across his face. Josef Reise, now had a purpose and a goal in life to work for.

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A parasitic organism was now en route to find its wonderful host, whoever it may be. Life is glorious, was all that would spread throughout the organism's brain while scanning for a suitable host. A young boy ran by earlier, much too young to serve as a host for Ed. He needed someone in their prime, someone who does not need to grow anymore, in peak physical condition. A dangerous weapon to be used against the masses. Sweeping through the wind, the organism began to become irritated by the non-existent possibilities of a host. Until its tiny eyes met up with that of a man, whom had been walking rather mopey-like down the road. The man seemed to be in his physical peak, not only that but his mind was that of a weak state, Ed was able to conclude that simply by the fact the man was having a conversation with his own self.

Joy spread like wild fire throughout the tiny organism's body, Finally a suitable host and if i find a better one on the way, i can always leave. Ed thought to himself as he began his downward descent to the man known as Josef Reise. 10 yards away, Ed began to prepare, claws struck straight out ready to pierce straight into the skin of the unsuspecting individual. Ed now struck straight into Josef's Jugular vein. Breaking through the skin, and entering the vein and traveling down the bloodstream, Ed made his way into the heart, then simply pumped through arteries and was now located centrally within Josef's brain.

The brain was far more damaged then Ed had ever expected, how the person remained functional was beyond any logic that Ed retained. Implanting himself within the frontal lobe of the brain. His ability allowed him to begin to take over the brain of the Host, in this case Josef, the organism known as Ed would begin to spread his logic and ideas throughout Josef's brain. In a way, Ed was brain washing Josef, to believe that his purpose in life was to kill, but in all reality, in this moment Josef's only purpose, or role in life, is to serve Ed as his Host.

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The body of the Siren quivered in the throes of his forced madness: his limbs trembled in the sway of a pain far greater than this boy who stood behind him could imagine. There was little more one could do to torture a Siren than to thrust such lurid cacophony upon their delicate eardrums. His fingers were as molasses, swimming through the air in a contrite shiver as he attempted to block out the horror of the madness; the din which distorted his reality as a misplaced stroke a canvas. It was a build-up - a containment of rage and agony which would be unleashed shortly upon the world about the Siren - from the rooftop down.

The Parasite Mother was not oblivious to the arrival of a new sort of being: another parasite, which would no doubt seek her Host - it being the dominant creature in the known vicinity. It became suddenly crucial that those creatures in her immediate area and control be alerted and ready for the assault which now loomed on the horizon, and so tendrils - which writhed with thought and enhanced synapses - imparted a new chain of commands to those around her: namely her First Child.

As the Optic Parasite monitored its duties with care, it moved without a hitch to transcend its current manifestation into something much more suitable for both Host and Mother. Injecting yet another fluid into the midst of the Siren's vulnerable eye tissue, it would have giggled if it were able. What a surprise this would be for Mother - to know that her plans were going as accorded. But what an even greater surprise for the Host, who would find himself increasingly aware of the space about him.

"Now, my flower. See."

The eyes of the Siren snapped open at the sound of the high-pitched screech once more to find the world was no longer a torpid display of reality, but splashed itself with the vibrancy of heat. Indeed - there could be no mistake about it. His vision had become thermographic; he could see the heat of those around him. Turning to regard the child behind him, he saw the slight resonance of a heat signature which burned from the boy's body - his fists clenching as he thought of consuming the one so young and presumably helpless. But even more so was what he saw beyond that - the heat signature of a man walking the streets below. Perhaps uninteresting at first glance, when one could see as the Siren saw, it became much more interesting.

This man, too, was infested by a Parasite.

Mother would not have i- Wait. What was the Siren thinking? Mother? His muscles froze, establishing himself as the sole controller of his thoughts and body. To a bystander, it would look only as if the Lazuline was incredibly indecisive: he could not decide whether to speak to the boy, or to leap from the one-story building to the harsh ground below. In truth, it was a conflict as to whether a good meal or establishing dominance would be more profitable. Beyond that, it was a struggle between Queen and Celestine - Parasite and Host.

"R-run."

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The creature before him, only several feet away, was hunched over with its hands around its head - as if trying to fight a headache; or something worse. The boy emerged from the doorway, out into the naked air atop this weary establishment. Remiel paused when he heard another screech as the monster pivoted on its axis, suddenly facing him. Remiel swallowed harshly, pausing all movements in his body as if he believed that if he didn't move the creature wouldn't see him and would ignore him; ignorant, of course.

"R-run." it said.

A swirl of wind blew auburn hair before the boy's countenance, chestnut colored eyes blinking at the sight set before him. The boy could not fathom what was happening to the creature and yet he could not remove his eyes from it. Somehow he was drawn to the presence of the monster that its plea had fallen on deaf ears. Slowly closing the distance between himself and it, mere feet began to dwindle. Nearing, and nearing, Remiel's eyes were set on the creature's entirety; its movements, its cries, its reactions to whatever was injuring it. He outstretched his right hand, as if to touch down on the creature's shoulder, but, he paused inches away.

"I-Is everything all-alright?"

Before the boy's eyes resonated a plethora of energy around the amphibian, and somehow this, too, drew him closer. The energy was attractive, seducing...

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((Pardon me while I play catch-up.))

How long had it been?  Days, perhaps?  Or...had it just been hours ago?  Had he slept?  Idle wonderings drifted through him but briefly, as no thought found itself capable of lingering.  Whatever time had passed, it was light outside now...and Samal was soaking up the sun.  Really, one could not say much more of his actions - though he walked the streets with a look of focus, the illusion of purpose, his mind was reeling and void.  His path this day had allowed his eyes purchase upon a small form on more than one occasion; was he following the boy, unintentionally?  The child was bearing what seemed to be one of Odin Haze's robes, the signature of his...people...the Gaian clergy.  Was this boy in league with the fallen saint?

Odin...the name snagged in Samal's mind, as if that particular thought were barbed where others before had slipped from his grasp.  What had happened between them?  Had he made a mistake in approaching his old teacher?  Granted, a welcoming mat had hardly been expected, but mere proximity seemed to turn the both of them to something...venomous, or caustic.  Why?  Because...because Odin held no common sense.  What nerve!  What gall!  The day would come where Samal would stand tall above his old mentor...and prove himself right.  And just like that, Samal roused from his stupor.

Again, that boy entered his sight.  It was a Gaian robe!  Was he one of Odin's lap dogs?  The poor, impressionable youth...to think that the "saint" worked to corrupt at such a vulnerable age burned acidic across Samal's skull.  Watching the boy from some distance, he was surprised to see him sneaking into an old holy building.  This didn't seem like any business of one of the faith.  After a moment, Samal strolled toward the monastery and entered as well...making sure he did not alert the boy.

By the time he had entered, the youth was nowhere to be found, and there didn't seem to be any evidence that the place had been used at all in years.  He took his time advancing, but it was a fairly linear route; one would be hard-pressed to get lost, even as a child.  He could hear the creaking of steps up ahead, indicating the boy's ascension...followed by those piercing screams.  Had he heard one before, in his daze?  It felt as if he had, but he could not be sure.  What...was that?  His exploration hardly halted, and he soon came upon that spiralling staircase - looking up, he could see indications of the boy ascending.

What was making that unearthly screeching, Samal could not guess, nor could he guess why this child was so interested as to approach it so relentlessly.  But he, himself, was not so interested, or so he told himself...he stood his ground before the base stair, halting his heart and lungs to better listen as the range of his hearing was strained.  He gleaned only brief words, but these words he did not hear clearly, and so his curiosity finally began to rouse from its slumber.  Perhaps...he would just probe a bit.  Channeled through his necromantic prowess, a faint wave of negative energy drifted up that stairwell, and lit his awareness to the presence of two bodies.  But something was off.  Something was strange.  There were three life forms betwixt the two up there.  That was the final straw.

His functions pumped into action again as he took a solid step onto the spiral staircase.  His bootfall echoed softly about him, likely reaching up to the beings above - so much for stealth, if he hadn't been thus detected.  But his weight, obviously greater than that of the boy, was what truly did him in.  Under the pressure of his boot, the stair creaked with an impressive volume, one rarely heard in simple old houses.  This did not deter him, however, for he was past the point of no return.  Samal continued up the staircase.

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The boy steadily approached, and though his better senses warned against the instincts of the Mother Parasite, Celestine could feel saliva forming a small pool in the bottom of his mouth. As though controlled by some other being, his dexterous tongue slid carefully over his back row of teeth - the set reserved for hunting. The young one's hand, as it extended, seemed nothing but appetizing. Elsewhere, Celestine screamed silently from the most netherward reaches of his conflicted mind for the child to flee, to run from the creature he had become. If the child were to look carefully into the Siren's eyes, he would see this sorrow and warning clearly displayed within the amaranthine glory of his irises. Yet, it did not stop the Queen from acting as she wished.

"I-Is everything all-alright?"

With startling speed and accuracy, an imperceptibly scaled hand shot from the Lazuline's side, grabbing the youth's forearm in its powerful grip. Claws dug into the fabric of the boy's sienna-hued robes, and a low growl rolled from the Siren's mouth as his face neared this child's own. His mouth opened slowly, and fluid dripped from his multitudinous incisors, the saliva dangling from his fangs before the boy's visage. Oh, how the Mother did her job. What grandiose allure! He would certainly enjoy -

A creak.

The eyes of the Shepherd darted to the stairwell from whence the boy had arrived, his thermographic vision easily spotting the intruder to his fea- his encounter with this boy. Another man was advancing upwards - significantly larger and more formidable, if his eyes were to be believed. Vision shifting from boy to staircase periodically within the span of a few moments, a snarl cut through the silence of the rooftop as the Siren jerked his arm to the right - throwing the child aside. As though a feral beast, the Lazuline began a steady advance upon the stairwell, his feet silent against the stone of the roof as he advanced upon the doorway. What manner of creature would dare interrupt his meal? Who dared to assault his periphery at such a time?

And still, there remained the other Parasite - somewhere. Though he could not see the alternate beast currently, the Mother remained appraised of its position - and he was linked to Mother. He served the Queen: it was best he not forget that fact. She would certainly keep him safe from any harm. Even now, it was only because of her that he could follow the progress of another ascending from ground level to roof. So he watched, and he waited.

And he watched.

And he waited.

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The autumn-haired boy was suddenly thrusted back into reality when the creature snatched his arm and slung him forward; closer to it. As it opened its maw, the stench of foul breath extended outward along with a waterfall of saliva. The monster must be starving, believing the boy to be its next meal. That was until--

A creak.

Eyes widened as its sight shifted from the monstrosity before him to the door where he arrived from, someone or something was coming up those stairs; something possibly worse than what he was dealing with up here. Remiel took this moment to attempt to struggle from the grasp of the beast, only moments before it slung him like a ragdoll to the far end of the building. Crashing against the top of the building, a collection of air left his lungs in a rapid thrust, causing the boy to convulse as he rolled over.

Heaving, Remiel crawled on hands and knees, coughing up his meal from that morning unto the rooftop. Slowly, he staggered to an upright position on his knees, eyes intently staring as the creature neared the door - awaiting what was coming. Remiel was in over his head... He'd gone to the adults' section of the local pool instead of going into the 3ft, where he belonged...

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A crash sent him into a moment of paralysis, trying to ascertain what had occurred.  He had the urge to rush up the staircase, to try and grasp an understanding of the situation he had stumbled into, but a general silence prevailed after that singular noise.  The pause gave him time, so he would go in slowly.  There was, of course, the need to aid the boy if something was amiss, but it would be foolish to rush into a situation blind.  No, Samal would take his time.

His steps were slow, methodical.  Carefully he ascended, spiralling up at a cautionary pace, the anticipation of the moment growing with each advance.  The report of his boot contacting each step, and the corresponding creak, announced his progression.  Several more exploratory waves burst from his psyche, trying to gather some knowledge of the duality he had noted previously, and though he found that presence...He could determine nothing about it.  It was unnerving.  Of what nature was this creature - these creatures?  There was a symbiosis, a joining of their life forces, but what form?  It sent a strange sensation of eagerness and fear through him.  A desire to understand what lay before him...and a knowledge of what such joinings were capable of producing.  He very well could be stepping into the lair of a monster.

At length, Samal approached the height of the stairwell, though he did not truly see the Siren.  No, instead, he saw the essences of the beings before him.  That of the Lazuline.  That of the Mother.  But there was more than the two.  He halted some feet before the creatures coexisting within the flesh before him.  Still standing upon a stair, he was forced to gaze up at the whole, expression betraying no emotion - really, what emotion was there to feel at the moment?

"What is this?"

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The parasite known as Ed now spread and corrupted Josef's brain throughly, Josef not having a clue, the intrusion of the parasite was hidden by the pain shock from his disease. Ed began to spread throughout the parietal lobe now with the ability to control the movements of his Host, he began to practice and learn how to use this newly acquired body, the more he learned about it, the quicker he could use it. Critical information on the body is needed, speed, weight, power, and anything that would be of use to Ed. When Josef's arm began to move on its own, he became aware of the situation that he was not in control of his own body. Or was it another illusion due to his psychosis that he was now aware of? The fact that psychosis can produce an illusion of any kind at any time, was very convincing of the fact that his arms were moving on his own.

His skin would become even more pale then it was before, giving his own sickly appearance. Unaware of the fact that his physical appearance was changing, he tried to ignore the fact that his body was being manipulated by some other force, assuming it was another fit of psychosis, perhaps he is now paranoid now. The thoughts seemed to confuse Josef even more, although the doubt of the actual happenings were actually being controlled by Ed. Ed fed into Josef's brain that it was his own psychosis, and not some other kind of action taking place. The completion of the infection was just about complete, speed was being tested by Josef now running, Ed controlling his body to sprint, and then stop, and then jog.

Ed became well aware of the fact that due to Josef's mental problem, it became far easier to control and infect this being. Although easily infected, by the parasite, Josef's mental damage and problems would have no affect on Ed's controlling because Ed in a sense, becomes the new brain of the host.

The infection process was now complete, the next phase of his infection was now beginning, Ed will begin to grow, within Josef's own body. While growing Josef will completely become aware of the process that is continuing within the body. The process would take precisely a week for the entire growth of the parasite within the body of Josef. A small price to pay for the completion of another complete life, life was glorious for Ed.

The last physical notification of any kind of change that was obvious to anyone who had known him, which was very few, was the fact that the scalera of his eye was now completely black. The iris had changed to a bright yellow, as if infected by some kind of eye disease, but however, through the eyes of Josef, he was blind. The bonding effect of the parasite to the human kills the eyes for a human, but allows the parasite to see through.

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The eyes of the Siren followed the movement of this new arrival carefully, his thermographic vision easily tracking the being's ascent along the creaking stairway. As the image, a startling hue of crimson, came closer to Celestine, so too did he prepare for confrontation. There was little more to be expected from someone who went out of their way to interrupt another's meal. Although - curiously - it was not the other Parasite seeking to steal the Lazuline's kill, but another being entirely. As the man came into view, wearing similar robes to the young boy, it could only be presumed that he was this one's protector, and one much more skilled in the arts of combat than the boy could have been. He also didn't seem the type to take well to strangers (as the boy evidently was).

"What is this?"

The Shepherd heard the man's voice and saw the definition of the man's words, but could not bring himself to react to them. From his eyes would shine a modicum of understanding, but beyond that there would be no reaction, merely an omnipresent growl which rolled from the Siren's diaphragm. Shifting his weight from foot to foot slightly while evaluating his foe, the uncut claws which arched from his fingertips would waver indecisively. Perhaps he could rush this one, take him by surprise and still make off with the kill. But he also had Mother to think about, as well as.... Brother? Celestine knew such thoughts could not be his own, but that the merging of his mind with the Mother had created a temporary loss of control: he knew this. There was not a Siren who did not learn such facts during the course of their childhood.

Cowering from the man before him, the Siren's lips parted, sending a malicious hiss in the creature's direction. It was Mother's way of warding off those who might be predators, intimidating them in the only way she was capable at this point. Though he retained a powerful physique, there was little to no chance that he would be able to eliminate this threat, who carried the weight of many accouterments, many of which could be harmful to both Host and Parasite. Turning his back slightly, but keeping eye contact with the being before him, he attempted to make it clear that he intended to run away; to leave he and his kin to do what they would.

His head turned, his ears remaining alert should either of the two creatures attempt anything which could potentially harm him. His eyes, however, searched the streets below for a sign of his Parasitic friend - the Intruder. It seemed that the other was putting its new Host through the paces - perfectly unaware that he would be attacked within the next few moments. Muscles tensed -

the hunt was on.

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