I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good.
.::~::. The Keeper of the Sirens, Dionysus .::~::.
Location: Frostburn Canyon
An orchestra of malfunctioning machines played in Dionysys' mind, each movement he made was a precise ballet of both finesse and primal chaos. Bone shredded metal like a hot knife though butter for what felt like hours to the man, until finally, the Loaders just stopped coming. Alone, he stood among the remains of countless Loaders, taking but a few moments to even realize he was alone, having completely shut him off from the outside world for those choice moments. Four hundred years of being secluded on Sirenum Scopuli, where he only used contacts scattered throughout the galaxy to act as his eyes and ears in watching the generations of Sirens go by and leave their mark upon each planet they came across. There was just something satisfying about being out again, just like in his more reckless younger years.
Dionysus then stumbled though the rubble of his conflict, trying to find any signs of what had become of the other Siren. Finally stopping when he heard paper crumble beneath his feet, looking over the map that had been left behind. He proceeded to the edge of the Hyperion Base, simply freefalling off the ledge back into Sanctuary, using psionic energy to create a gentle landing for the man. Once he was in Sanctuary, he walked around for a moment until he finally came upon a Claptrap unit. After some, choice words, of convincing, the Claptrap proceeded to show the him how to make use of the New-U Station and it's Fast Travels services.
It was only a matters of seconds later that Dionysus digitized into Three Horns - Divide, where he proceeded into the Frostburn Canyon. Once in the canyon, it seemed like smooth sailing. There were the scattered Bandits and Spiderants, but it seemed like just about all of them had been picked off, many of them had been just torn to shreds by gunfire, pity. It took quite some time before he managed to find a Psycho, barely hanging on to life. Stepping over the bleeding man as he mumbled something barely audible from under his vault mask. "Oh, how, fortunate," he spoke as lifted the dieing Bandit into the air rather effortlessly. "For me at least," he spoke one last time as he opened his mouth, now lined with razor like teeth. He bit deep into the side of the man's neck, and proceeded to devour the Psycho, bit by bit. Dionysus Siren abilities had caused the man to become somewhat of a cannibal, before, he had once detested the matter and only performed such acts out of desperation. Now days, he had accepted his place, and one could argue his doing so just out of enjoyment. Once done, he stood back up, giving a bit of a maniacal chuckle to himself as he proceeded onward to his next little adventure, certainly keeping an eye out for any roadside snacks along the way.
Well now a couple hours passed,
And I was sitting in my house,
The day was winding down and coming to an end,
And so I turn to the TV,