ChibiMonkey
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Naida - No last Name
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Siren
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Siren
Nothing was ever really easy anymore. While one of her kind had never actually been caught before and proven to the public eye, it had become rather common knowledge to towns along shorelines and harbors full of sailors that the creatures called sirens existed - or the gentler of names some called them in tales, mermaids. While sirens had previously been above humans on the food-chain, with the humans becoming more superstitious of them and believed in them, they'd become more cautious. Either that, or they were more dangerous, and prepared for an encounter. For this reason, any smart siren stayed away from harbors and busied shorelines full of residents, as being caught would likely be a death sentence - or not far from it anyways. Needless to say, it likely wouldn't be pleasant for the siren that was caught. However, humans were prey too. But while the humans had gotten smarter and more wary of the seas, they'd seemed to notice the pattern that most sirens resided in either coves, reefs, or near island shores. Not in the middle of the wide open sea usually.
And while sirens did feed off of more than just humans, and could survive on other fish life and vegetation in the sea, it wasn't their natural choice of food if given the option. However, it was fishing season. Which meant more sailors and fishermen out at sea. And more targets to lure to their death. One particular siren waited in the rocky cove of one end of the small deserted island she lived around, waiting patiently for a ship of any sorts to pass, her sharpened eyes gazing out into the horizon of where the sea-line met the sky, looking for a sign of ships in the distance. While the island she resided by didn't attract visitors, it was relatively close enough for her eyes to see routes where ships might likely pass through in their travels, surrounded by jutted and large rocks in the cove she lived in on this end of the island, leaving it perfect to lure ships towards a crashing wreck. Something one searching for a siren might look for to find one - not that there were many brave souls of those who believed whom would want to seek the supposed bloodthirsty monsters out.