708. The Syren

The syren sits atop her rocks tonight waiting for her next victims to arrive hearing the rumble of the coming storm and knowing that it could be her lucky night She brushes her long hair with an old jawbone before tossing it behind her carelessly flexing her razor sharp talons ready to pounce on the next unsuspecting meal She doesn't need to use her voice to attract food as many ships and boats pass day and night it is still a useful weapon for her to have if only as a backup option Any one that ends up on the rocks will be entranced none can resist her yellow eyes she will take them back to her dark cave to serve acting as a living larder for when she is ready A smile crosses her blood red lips revealing her needle point fangs a ship is fast approaching unaware of the rocks it is certain she will feast tonight