Novel & Cerita Siren Head Drawing

I wonder what she would come up with next. After a few moments, she finally finished and eagerly called out to me, "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Excitedly, she showed me the screen of my phone, revealing her latest creation. I studied the drawing intently, taking in the long oval shape with two balls below and hairs beneath them. At the top, there was a line. Wait. Isn’t that…? “Are you crazy?” I asked, frowning. “Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?”

It told me almost nothing. I turned to the bottom half of the page. I drew a horizontal line representing the forearm. Above it I sketched the viper — rough, approximate, the raised head and the coil of the body the way I remembered it. I had no talent for drawing and it showed, but the shape was there, the proportions close enough to be useful. Beneath the line I drew the word as best I could. Six letters. Maybe seven. The first one tall. The middle ones compressed by the italic lean. The last one with a curve at the base.

I began to draw in the dirt, right next to her circles, tracing the outline of a simple flower with round petals. Several minutes passed in complete silence, broken only by the distant sounds of the other children and the rustling of the willow leaves in the wind. Suddenly, Sorine’s branch stopped moving. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her little head turn, millimeter by millimeter, toward my drawing. Her eyes, a deep, dark brown, were fixed on my rough flier. With a timid movement, Sorine extended her branch and drew a small leaf on the stem of my flower. Then she withdrew again, glancing sideways at me to see my reaction.

"The drawing around the first letter of the scroll..." Lori began. "Illumination," both Galen and Lydia chimed in. "Will you two stop that?" Jason shook his head. "Go ahead, Ms. Gordon. "Call me Lori. And yes, the rest of us are just humans. Now listen. The drawing shows a woman sort of superimposed on a snake, or maybe the other way around. She has one red jewel on her forehead - sort of Asian for a medieval European art, don't you think? She has another on her chest - like over her heart - and another on her stomach. What do you want to bet that's an instruction manual?"

Wait, what if I was dead already? "She’s awakened." Came the ethereal, powerful and beautiful voice of the eldest siren there, making my attention go to her. Her hair was pure white, braided into a long plait, her tail a deep steel grey which bled into a rich plum purple. She wore a thin sheer fabric wrapped around her breasts, several necklaces hung around her neck and her hands were adorned in bracelets and rings. But what caught my attention was the huge crown adorned with jewels of several colours that sat upon her head.

"So you didn't see their faces? any distinct feature? a tattoo or something like that Irene shook her head, "only his eyes", she looked up at me pointing to the coffee table, "can you get me that notepad and a pen, please?" I did so under the curious and confused glances of the two men. I had a fair idea what she was about to do. I adjusted the overbed table for her, setting the notepad there. With her left hand, she started drawing a portrait of a man. "She's drawing the man. What she saw of him, anyway." I said for the detectives' benefit.

It was the conjuring of one with a small imagination. “We’re in the desert,” said Ilyria, “So let’s see some desert.” And then she used her glamour. She conjured up a desert of rippling gold sands beneath an indigo sky. The sky sparkled with a million stars, that moved continuously in spiralling patterns. She rolled the sand around them, a protection of dunes as high as mountains. The sirens she clad in cloud silks in hues of blue ranging from the deepest midnight to the palest desert spring. She opened her eyes. As she had hoped, the sirens had become completely besotted with themselves. They twirled and played with their magnificent dresses, their faces lit up with smiles that made them se

The suit, the pose, the expression… everything was eerily familiar, and I felt a strange sense of pride knowing that I had made such an impression on her. The additional drawings, rendered in black and white, were equally captivating, but one in particular stood out - a portrait of my head, with my eyes being the sole splash of color, shining brightly in a deep, rich silver. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Roxy dedicating time to capturing my likeness on paper.

"I don't want to hear a word from your filthy mouth! Just stick to what you know how to do best. As for your son, forget about him." Then I made eye contact with Alpha Damon and I could feel noise in my mind. It wasn't an outward effect but I felt like someone or something was making noise in my head. Soon it became clear and my contact with Alpha Damon intensified. "She's a siren." I heard in my head and my eyes widened. The noise in the room arose and I could see her eyes burning. Sirens hated noise. All of a sudden, she started to sing so loudly. "Everyone, cover your ears!" I managed to scream. Most people didn't understand me and they started falling into a trance one after the other.