Grand Progenitor of Life, Matriarch of the Phasegrow Sirens. Lifebringer Ithunn is one of great dragons that roam the cosmos seeding it with life. Where she went plants would erupt in greenery.
Her realm in the world beyond is a large vast swamp, where the literal waters of life flow. Those who would end up in her dominion would be surprised when the ground beneath their feet raises to meet them the towering Progenitor known for her kindness to mortal life.
She was one of the seven great dragons captured and sealed in the great slumber by the Eridian’s her spirit halved and placed inside the first Nature Siren, Demeter. Her soul would go on to inhabit every nature siren since, currently residing in Sloane.
She is the kindest of her sisters but she is still not to be underestimated, after all, history shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man.
Love how the Strange New Worlds season premiere just threw a whole new level of lore to the franchise. There were two full on sentient species in our star system before humans evolved? Who were at war with each other? Were the Progenitors involved? Jesus, I’m going to have to check the timeline to figure out what the rest of the universe was doing 65 million years ago!
Oh, and also La’an is turning into Khan now.
Because THAT hasn’t been done to death in the franchise.
Mei: They're usually a dark brown, however when her cryokinesis activates her irises seem to 'fade' and glow white.
Alcaeus: A browny-red colour (Think close to maroon.), that red shade came after being turned.
Andraste: A deep amber, once more they changed upon being turned.
Kallekrates: Jet black, he considers himself lucky to not be influenced there, considering his powers.
Isra: She has no set eye colour, as a shapechanger she likes to play around with her appearance a lot. She also defaults back to her original body, but she can't remember her original eye colour and likes to change it. It might be a warm, chocolate brown one day, a bright icey blue another. She seems to like having them hazel, however.
Nazli: Green, ordinarily. When making use of her abilities they turn black, including the whites.
Helene: Hazel, though they lean more towards the green side of things.
Ligeia: Like Mei, Ligeria has dark brown eyes.
Ilham: True violet, they're not something that can be mistaken for blue. They've always been that colour too, or as far as Ilham knows. Probably down to some mutation.
The Progenitors- as the first vampires - were something of an experiment, the changes they underwent during transition were more extreme then what modern vampires go through, their appearance isn't changed so much, generally, they don't alter to accommodate new abilities and of course, most of those abilities have been bred out.
Debris dropped from the ceiling; a tremor shaking it and the ground below.
Another blast and the area shuddered again, more violently this time. This time it was not flakes of rock and dirt that drifted down, but rather a large slab that shattered loudly as it hit the floor. This left a breech that allowed light to filter through.
Oh, these creatures never thought they would be happy for light again, even if their eyes burned to the point where they would scream if their strength hadn't long since left them.
How long had they been forced to slumber?
Up above, excitement buzzed in the air— once the dust from the blast had cleared, the work crew had filtered back on site to investigate the problem that had plagued them since work back. The hole - wide enough so that two or three people could easily slip through it at once - revealed a chamber or perhaps tomb that had been buried beneath the earth.
Chatter - all in Greek - rose amongst them: "Hey, wanna take a look?", "What language is that?", "Should we call the boss?" "I've seen the movies, nothing good will come of this.", "Ah man, there's going to be archaeologists poking around here for weeks now. No more work getting done."
Their voices carried below to nine pairs of ears; the first voices they had heard that weren't their in so long. Too long. The light. The voices. It gave the withered creatures hope. Freedom was so close. The crack in their prison was wide enough to allow access or for those who haunted the tomb an escape, should they find the strength. The light that streamed in was enough to illuminate the wall in fell on and the surrounding hall, enough to have their eyes open and stare up, but it don't not stretch far enough to reveal them, kept them cloaked in the shadows. All the could do was weight. They heard those voices, the curiosity in them, smell the humans above. Sooner or later they would stray down. And their ravenous hunger that had all but killed them would be sated.
Commotion reigned up above once more. Whilst unsafe and likely not legal, some worker's inquisitiveness had gotten the better of them, and with a makeshift pulley system, one had lowered himself into the ruins, armed with only a cellphone for a light source. Soon her was followed by three of his coworkers, despite protests from those who remained up above. One of those who ventured into their find was smart enough to bring a flashlight with them, twisting it around to get a look at the walls, and when they managed to process the site, the torch was close to slipping from their fingers, a startled cry leaving their throat, one that pulled all eyes onto the wall where the light beckoned.
Hanging from rusted chains was what they thought was a corpse. But it was not rotted, withered and worn but intact. "I don't like this. Look at, it's chained to the wall. This doesn't feel right." A dark-eyed worker edged there way back into the light, whilst the first one to venture into the ancient relic scoffed, stepping closer. "It's dead. What's it going to do to you? Scared of mummies now?"
The being didn't like that light shining directly into her eyes. She couldn't move to escape it, although her eyelids twitched a little. Even to make the man freeze mid-step.
"What? What is it?"
His head shook, turning to see the two others venturing down a corridor. "Thought it blinked, must just be the draft from up top." Fear drove him to see the irrational, but like all humans he tried to rationalise the best he could.
They have forgotten what it is to fear the dark and what is in it.
How long have we slept?
"There's more of them!" The voice of his female coworker - highly alarmed, high-pitched than usually- called from some place he couldn't see, not even with the light shone down the passage. "Do mummies usually look so alive? How were they preserved anyway? They were chained up, someone wanted them to suffer. They were embalmed after death, the cold couldn't get to them either. So why do they look so intact?!" The petrified voice of the worker clinging desperately to the torch reached the one so very close to the preserved corpse hanging on the wall. A sigh leaving his lips. "I'm not an archaeologist or any kind of scientist am I? How should I know what's kept them like this. But they're dead. Been in the ground for who knows how long, of course there dead. Go back up if you're frightened of a few bodies, or join the others, they seemed as frightened as you."
With a nod he hurried down the tunnel, leaving only the trace amount light that reached this area from above, and a dim cellphone to illuminate this area of the passage. With another scoff he stepped closer to the body. Female, clearly. "Scared of you, lady. Ha! He's seen one too many horror stories."
"He had more sense then you." The words were quiet, the voice raspy too. A hand close to skeletal grabbed him, and for all the woman looked wasted away, her grip was like iron. He tried to scream but no sound came out. No, this couldn't be happening, it couldn't be real; he struggled, tried to pull away but his strength failed him, legs shaking as he was yanked closer. Dried lips pulled apart to reveal monstrous teeth, the other hand pulled from the wall slowly, clamping over his mouth. The reason for that became clear when those razor-like teeth gripped a hold of and ripped at his neck. Cold... She was like ice, even her tongue.
A distant and short-lived scream reached the recovering being's ears as her meal began to slip from consciousness. The blood that had fuelled him, kept him living began to reinvigorate her, and with a small tug she had broken away from her restraint. And judging from the snapping her hearing could pick up, and the sound of liquid dripping to the floor... Her brothers and sisters were free too. Her other arm pulled free, and glowing eyes found her liberator. Stilling alive, still with some blood remaining. Only four humans - dressed oddly, she might add - had ventured down. And there were nine of them. Sharing would be necessary until they were all strong enough to leave.
Down the passage way, the woman had been grabbed by a tall male with heavily matted blond hair, his teeth had sunk deeply into her throat, her shirt dyed a deep red from the gaping wound. Whilst a child - a little girl who could scarcely have been more than ten - gnawed on her wrist, hand barely still attached from the force of the bite. Demons, they'd unleashed demons, they had to be .
Soft, slow footsteps, closely followed by a dragging sound echoed in the winding corridor. Te other eight creatures glanced up from their prey as their sister joined them, tossing the dying human down before one of her weaker siblings— a woman with eyes that seemed to burn.
"Eat," it was a command. "They will send more once they notice these are missing. We will not find ourselves trapped down here again. Stick to the shadows until the light fades, until you are all strong enough. Then, we can return to the world above." She eyed the humans, there odd clothes, there odd sticks of light. "Much time has past, this world is new, and the humans seem to have forgotten there fearof the dark. We must learn of what has changed, and remind them of what their ancestors knew when they imprisoned us here to rot."
