#<- debating this tag when it's not Ody-focused ... hm ... /silly

[just-a-mer]

ooc: wanted to send in a lil something; I did NOT know sirens hibernated :0

also feel free to use this as a way to introduce Tir to Ody’s family :3

also also respond whenever you’re ready =p

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[ when the prophet faced the kingdom of Ithaca again, it was impossible to see all that changed. They knew well that much had, but not enough to know exactly what. What they do know, however, is that walking into a kingdom as they appear would startle even the most stoic of guards. The sight of a dead man is a truly terrifying thing ]

[ thankfully, nymphs were raised on tricks, and they were taught at a young age how to get the best outcome possible for them. So, with a slight shift in their cloak’s stitching and color, as well as a flower bondage switched out for their usual blindfold, they wandered into ancient grounds ]

[ eventually, under the guise of a traveling oracle—technically not a lie—they got permission to enter the castle. As eager as they were, though, they were hesitant. A kingdom much unlike their own. Unfamiliar, and though they knew someone to trust, how could they ever feel so sure. With one hand reaching for their staff to travel back to their forsaken isle, and the other reaching towards the soft ground to sit, it would be safe to say that they were greatly torn between decisions ]

<< @thrpr0phetuseek >>

ooc: aaa - it is not a myth thing or ever mentioned (as far as I'm aware-) just a silly headcannon I made since Siren!Odysseus is based on an amphibian and a majority of species hibernate! (brumate, to be more specific) :D

Fun fact: it's actually the reason behind why his design lacks scales commonly associated with the fish half of merfolk

also also - just a heads up that Penelope and Telemachus have not been written by me nearly enough to have a grasp on their personalities as of yet ^^' that does not mean, however, I'm not gonna try!

Even to the most imperceptive of people, the palace itself was rather quiet; a mix of peace and unease brought about by a paranoid king after his return and the reassurances of his wife. The few guards that were around remained stationed at archways and doors, one of whom couldn't help yawning as the supposed traveling oracle passed by their position.

A light snow continued to fall from outside the windows, bathing the halls in a familiar cold glow from the winter sky. The sun, in all its best efforts, managed to provide brief moments of warmth when its gaze managed to peer past the clouds.

It was only when Tiresias reached for their staff that the prince of Ithaca had spotted them. For a moment, he wondered about leaving them to their thoughts before deciding against the action and instead approaching with near-silent steps; a result that came with the teachings of his mentor.

"Hello there," he called, stopping once he'd reached what he deemed a reasonable distance to the stranger, "are you here in search of someone?"

[thrpr0phetuseek]

[ the prophet, unseeing, had no knowledge of the approaching young man. So, when they heard a voice, their immediate reaction was to jump, and reach for their staff to defend themselves with ]

[ however, as the man spoke, the prophet lowered their staff, and their posture relaxed once more ]

“Hello . . . I am, actually. In search of an old friend of mine. I believe he’s supposed to be here. Somewhere.”

ooc: wanted to send in a lil something; I did NOT know sirens hibernated :0

also feel free to use this as a way to introduce Tir to Ody’s family :3

also also respond whenever you’re ready =p

— •

[ when the prophet faced the kingdom of Ithaca again, it was impossible to see all that changed. They knew well that much had, but not enough to know exactly what. What they do know, however, is that walking into a kingdom as they appear would startle even the most stoic of guards. The sight of a dead man is a truly terrifying thing ]

[ thankfully, nymphs were raised on tricks, and they were taught at a young age how to get the best outcome possible for them. So, with a slight shift in their cloak’s stitching and color, as well as a flower bondage switched out for their usual blindfold, they wandered into ancient grounds ]

[ eventually, under the guise of a traveling oracle—technically not a lie—they got permission to enter the castle. As eager as they were, though, they were hesitant. A kingdom much unlike their own. Unfamiliar, and though they knew someone to trust, how could they ever feel so sure. With one hand reaching for their staff to travel back to their forsaken isle, and the other reaching towards the soft ground to sit, it would be safe to say that they were greatly torn between decisions ]

<< @thrpr0phetuseek >>

ooc: aaa - it is not a myth thing or ever mentioned (as far as I'm aware-) just a silly headcannon I made since Siren!Odysseus is based on an amphibian and a majority of species hibernate! (brumate, to be more specific) :D

Fun fact: it's actually the reason behind why his design lacks scales commonly associated with the fish half of merfolk

also also - just a heads up that Penelope and Telemachus have not been written by me nearly enough to have a grasp on their personalities as of yet ^^' that does not mean, however, I'm not gonna try!

Even to the most imperceptive of people, the palace itself was rather quiet; a mix of peace and unease brought about by a paranoid king after his return and the reassurances of his wife. The few guards that were around remained stationed at archways and doors, one of whom couldn't help yawning as the supposed traveling oracle passed by their position.

A light snow continued to fall from outside the windows, bathing the halls in a familiar cold glow from the winter sky. The sun, in all its best efforts, managed to provide brief moments of warmth when its gaze managed to peer past the clouds.

It was only when Tiresias reached for their staff that the prince of Ithaca had spotted them. For a moment, he wondered about leaving them to their thoughts before deciding against the action and instead approaching with near-silent steps; a result that came with the teachings of his mentor.

"Hello there," he called, stopping once he'd reached what he deemed a reasonable distance to the stranger, "are you here in search of someone?"