Siren no Orakio's Profile

Not every wolf can be tamed, and in time, the feral are certain to bite the hands that feed him. But what punishment can be leveled upon the wolf? Should he be cast out into the wilds, knowing even better now the habits of shepard and sheep? And should he be slain, what should become of his fur and fang?

How much worse can be a man than a wolf?

Those cast out of eternal life by the Great God Juffo find themselves lost forever in the Non. Here, away from both His Holy Warmth and the cold, harsh vengance of His Adversary, Zeln, there is truly nothing.

A finely wrought headpiece, a silver headband of thin wires, woven in a pattern reminiscent of the haze, with a peculiarly cut gem set to be worn in the center of the forehead. It shimmers in the light, somehow catching any glimmer on the wrong facets, and the magic it radiates feels so very far away - as does one's thoughts when it is worn, as if all the world was refracted through that odd gem. But are they all the wearer's thoughts that come to mind, from so very far away?