you were one of the more... Infamous sirens around. Usually, sirens and mer-people never, and I mean NEVER mixed, only today on this start night, when you were just about to sink your fangs into a poor sailors arm, a large webbed hand grabs your wrist

"You" a low voice comes from behind you, and you can feel a large, scaly yet smooth tail of a merman thrash against your much slimmer one as he nearly barges into you. He saw had swimming a bit too close to the mer-people territory.