Anon12/02/25, 06:59No.42845040
crossposting from /rgre/
>You are a male Siren, a father in fact
>And your name is irrelevant as of this moment because you are dying
>All but one of your spawn are gone
>There's a chunk if flesh missing from your flank, a bite taken out of you by a kraken
>Krakens shouldn't be this close to the spawning pools but ever since the biggest female sirens had been banished there has been only the smaller, younger and less experienced females left to take up the role of guarding the pools
>The attack happened when the females were competing to establish a pecking order, the kraken snuck passed them and to the spawning pools
>The attack itself is a blur to you, you can barely remember the tentacles wrapping around you and dragging your thrashing form to the monster's beak
>You barely escaped it's grip, but it's other tentacles were occupied with several of your hatchlings
>You could only grab one of them before it could get taken
>You fled, swimming aimlessly in a panic just wanting to get as much distance as you could get
>You hiss as the pain starts making it's presence known, adrenaline fading
>Your gem glows as you use your magic to stem the bleeding
>Your vision is blurring, your heartbeat sounds like a deafening drum
>You barely could recognize the spontaneous magical anomaly forming as you swim right into it>When you open your eyes you aren't in the ocean anymore, you're laying on a sandy beach, towers of glass and lights off in the distance
>Your body feels wrong, too many limbs, clothes that those pathetic ponies sometimes wear on your new form
>You hear crying and turn your head with what little strength you have left
>Further up on the beach is where you spot the source of the crying
>You don't recognize what the small infant is, but you know that this is your spawn
>A father always knows
>Using your new limbs, hairless minotaur like limbs, you drag yourself to your child and gently pull it- him.
>You hold your son close and start to weakly sing a lullaby that your father sang to you and his own father did for him
>Your gem, now a necklace, glows faintly as you sing your son to sleep
>Your vision starts to fade, it's getting hard to breathe but you push your dying body for the sake of your only living child
>You won't live to see his naming day you sadly think to yourself
>You hear voices off in the distance, you can't quite make out what they're saying
>Ignoring the minotauroids you weakly take off your necklace and give it to your son
>No
>He deserves a name
"I love you, my dear little Anonymous..."
>And everything goes black, you die with a hope in your heart that your son lives on