605 words. Big TW for blood, death, drowning and gore. I know they're humans in the drawing, but they're skeles here. psycho-chair Based of your idea, friend
A loud splash was heard as Celia jumped onto a large boulder. It had only one flat surface which was slanted, emerging out of the water. Celia could see a shore from where she was, with very few people on its golden sand.
The siren cleared her throat, and began to sing.
...
Finally, she thought to herself. A person had finally heard her, and was now slowly getting walking into the water with a dazed expression. In time, too, her voice was almost getting tired. She stopped her singing for just a moment to dive into the water. Her head emerged over the surface of the water as she continued to sing, swimming closer.
As soon as she was close enough, she grabbed the man's ankle and pulled him under. He gasped, snapping out of his phase. He tried to fight, but Celia dug her sharp, webbed fingers into his face, hitting it against a large rock under the sand. He gurgled, bubbles and blood coming out of his mouth and floating around, staining the water, or going to the surface. Celia, still holding the humans ankle, began to swim down.
After she was satisfied with the depth she had gone, Celia turned to look at the human. She bit down on his arm, pulling her head back roughly to remove the chunk of meat she'd caught in her teeth. Blood began to flow out of several places of the man's body, his nose, mouth, and the obvious wound Celia had left. She tightened her law, chewing what she could before swallowing it.
The siren decided to put her meal down to eat it. She carried the surprisingly heavy body back to the boulder she sat on to sign earlier. She threw her prey on the flat surface, climbing up and continuing to tear it apart to eat, blood staining her skull and bones.
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After about an hour, all that was left of the human was its bones, which had been licked clean by Celia.
She dove into the water, leaving the corpse to the elements or who, or, whatever, finds it. She swam around her vast, shared territory to find a certain leviathan.
She did find him, although Incubux wasn't facing her. He was looking at something ahead of him with temptation. Celia followed his gaze, a sunfish. They're very large (1.8 metres, it's an actual fish) and finding one in your territory is lucky. If Incubux manages to kill it, they'd have food for a week, so Celia kept her distance.
Incubux slowly swam under it. His purple tipped fins gave him away, so stealth was the only thing he could use for stalking his prey. Swiftly, he swam upwards, slashing one of the fish's fins and flipping it on his side. He turned back around then tore off its tail, immobilising it further. It tried to flop away, but Incubux gripped it tightly to tear off the other fins. After it was clear it wasn't giving up, Incubux used his fingers to tear out its eyes, then slowly ripped off its head, it's not like he and Celia would eat the head anyway.
"Need up?" Celia asked, taking one end of the huge fish.
"Thanks." Incubux sighed, tired.
They carried it back to their cave, dropping it at the entrance. "I already ate. You go ahead." Celia smiled. She'd usually be the first to eat. Incubux didn't thank her, grabbing the torn body and nibbling. Sharks couldn't chew, only swallow, so he took small bites. "Wanna go look for shipwrecks later?" Celia asked. Incubux nodded, swallowing. "Yay~!"
THUD!
". . . That was an anchor. . ."
