Secretive Seductive Siren Oct 13, 2019 15:01:52 GMT -6
Post by Ikra on Oct 13, 2019 15:01:52 GMT -6
Art by Ishi
AGE: ? • RACE: Demon • SEX: Female
Lonesome • Seductive • Sly
Before gaining a form and body of her own, Ikra existed in a place with no warmth, no light, and no hope. All she knew was an aching sense of solitude. One day, she discovered a window into a world of light. Pressing herself against the window, she could feel the warmth. She could see the light. She was always following a young boy on his adventures around a grand castle. Ikra watched him grow up as the years passed. She cheered when he cheered. She cried when he cried. She became this young man’s biggest and most fervent supporter. This man who gave her a feeling of wholeness by peering into his life through his shadow. His name was Riis, and he was the Prince of Konats.
As Riis encountered more and more hardship, Ikra found herself feeling frustrated with herself. She wanted to help him so badly. She wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone. But… she was stuck as an observer. Watching his struggles from the sidelines. Several times she tried to reach out through his shadow, but each time, the light burned her outstretched hand, sending her into fits of agony. It wasn’t working! Even the light present at night was too bright for her to get much better results. Were shadows like her just not allowed to meddle in the affairs of light? It wasn’t fair! She wouldn’t stand for it.
One day, metallic monstrosities attacked the palace. Ikra feared for Prince Riis’s life, but he managed to narrowly escape. In the total darkness of space, Ikra found that she could reach through the barrier without much pain. The pain was still there, but this much she could manage. Seizing her chance, Ikra managed to materialize a black paper with instructions on how to give her shapeless existence form. She phrased it as though he would be summoning a powerful ally, and, to be fair, he was. He just didn’t yet know how deep the depths of her loyalty went. She had tucked the paper away in his belongings and embraced him gently while she could in the darkness, hoping to fend off any bad dreams.
Soon, the light returned, and she was forced to leave Riis and watch from the other side once more. Time passed, and Riis even managed to revive Konats and rule over his people once more. But… he still hadn’t found her note. Ikra was beginning to lose hope that he would. She tried to content herself that at least even if he never found it, she could always support him in silence. As much as it hurt that it was all she could do. She wanted to fight for him. Die for him if that was what it took to keep him happy and safe. When someone dared to defy him and challenged him, Ikra could feel her very being quaking with anger. How dare they! How dare! Damn, why couldn’t she be with him?!
Feeling her hopes slip away, all she could do was wait and pray that he found her note. That he would decide to perform the ritual and give her form. If he did that… then Ikra swore to herself that she would serve him for all eternity. Even if the gods themselves should choose to unleash their wrath on Riis, she would be his shield. She would serve him into death and beyond. Forever.