Siren Song

[Midnight[x]Traitor]

A beautiful singing came from the caves of sheer cliffs off one of the coasts of the island. It was the opposite side where the tragedy of the Red Death dragon. A young Zippleback was flying nearby, when suddenly it stopped. It flapped it's wings in midair, as if trying to listen to something. The singing rose and fell like the ocean, and caused the Zippleback to think of the comfort of their mother. Both heads of the dragon began to sway in rhythm with the music. The dragon turned towards the cliff, and glided towards it, unaware of what it was doing. All it knew now was the sweet intoxicating music. Its faces were that of a dragon who just ate the freshest and most juicy fish. One head even drooled slightly. It flew closer and closer to the cliffs, following the sound of the singing. A cave suddenly came into their sights. From the ocean, the cave was nearly invisible with the piercing rocks blocking its view. As one got closer, though, the cave suddenly came into view. The singing echoed from the cave, and became stronger as it got closer. It landed at the edge of the cave, and took a couple steps inside. Suddenly, the singing stopped. The dragon shook their heads, then gazed at each other in confusion. It turned to leave, when suddenly the sound of skirting rocks made them turn to look back into the cave. One head urged the other to go, but the other head gazed fearfully into the cave. It was silent. Then in a matter of seconds, the Zippleback was gone. The only thing left where it stood was a gooey, amber-colored sludge.

[byakko]

Robert wasn't a dragon, yet the music attracted his attention anyways. He was, at this very moment scaling the sheer cliff near where the music originated. Because everything was more fun when the danger of a fatal fall was involved. He stopped climbing, clutching two precarious hand holds jutting from the cliff face as he listened to the enticing tones. He watched from below as the Zippleback suddenly dove out of the sky and ascended to the ledge around the cave. Once it had, the music was suddenly cut off and Robert was left curiously wondering what happened. He couldn't see what was happening up there, so he quickened his ascent.

Without warning, he suddenly lost one of his hand holds when his fingers slipped on a mysterious sludge. Now with just one hand connecting him to the cliff face, it'd only take a strong breeze to send him tumbling down. He smiled. Yep, nothing like a potentially fatal climb. Wiping his fingers on his shirt, he then scanned for another hand hold. "Ah!" He exclaimed, as he found it. With one hand still wearily clutching the remaining hold, he swiftly gripped the other and completed his climb.

Without hesitation, once he reached the ledge he scanned it for any sign of the Zippleback. Not that he expected it to be here. Excellent. That meant whatever was in there had probably eaten it/them and left behind this bizarre ambery sludge. Robert bent down and used all his senses to examine the puddle. Sight, smell, touch, he even collected some on his finger and tasted it. Weird taste. He made a mental note to come back and collect more of it, to sell. People would love it! They could marinade their roasted yak in this stuff! Excited by the chance to make some cash, Robert turned his attention to the mouth of the cave. Inside was the source of the music and the sludge. He couldn't wait to meet whatever it was! So with that in mind, he entered the cave...

[Midnight[x]Traitor]

Inside the cave, a deathsong circled her newly captured zippleback. She had coated its body in her amber to keep it still, but kept its heads free. Siren looked the dragon up and down, eyes narrowed as she was observing it. The poor zippleback watched back in terror. It's yellow eyes were wide with fright, awaiting its imminent death. Finally, Siren spoke. What an ugly dragon you are. The two heads glanced at each other, than back at her. Two heads on one body? How does that even work? She stopped and leaned close to one of the heads. She revealed her razor teeth in a snarling grin. The head swallowed, trying to shrink back as far as possible. A dragon should possess only one head. I could help you, you know. Siren continued her stalking, eyes still on the single head. Her was so long it dragged only a few steps away in front of her. But why would I help you, you ask? Why... I want to help all the ugly things in the world! You are ugly, but I could make you less so... She paused, smiling at herself and how considerate she was being. Of course, even with one less head it would still possess another ugly head. Siren wasn't hungry enough to eat the whole thing, and she was feeling particularly generous today. I'll make you a deal. Since both heads are equally unattractive, I'll let you guys figure out which one should stay attacked to your body. She scurried over to her nest on a high ledge, curling her tail around her body. I am going to take a nap now. Once, I wake up, make sure you have a decision. If not, I'll decide for you. The dragoness let out a relaxed sigh and closed her eyes. The zippleback remained silent.

[byakko]

There was enough light in the cave, so Robert easily see the two dragons inside. One, the missing Zippleback, was petrified almost entirely, except for its heads. He found a spot behind a rock near the amber prison, and listened in while their captor spoke. He couldn't understand dragon but figured that since it'd left the heads free it wanted to have a nice conversation with its prey before eating them. Was this another quality of the species, or just a habit of this dragon? He watched as it flew to a high ledge, apparently for a nap. He hoped he was the first human to encounter it, they always got to choose what to call them. Lessee...He thought. The Tunetrapper? No. Choruskiller? Nah. Songcatcher? That was it, A Songcatcher. Robert left his spot behind the nest and cautiously edged around the petrified Zippleback. He didn't want it/them to alert the unknown dragon to his presence. Then he approached the ledge, a little out of sight of either of the heads, and looked for foot and hand holds. Within a few minutes, he was alreadyat the top of the ledge. That climb had been nothing compared to thedeath defying feet he'd endured outside. Robert cautiously paced tothe sleeping body of the dragon and observed all itscolorful markings. It was too bad his tribe, the Berserkers, didn't raise dragons. They could've benefited from this specie's pleasant voice. He didn'thave access to any cage big or strong enough to contain a dragon, sothe the onlytreasure he could collectwas the dragon's amber. There was a puddle of it near his foot and he alternated between collecting it and watching to see if the dragon awoke.