The siren’s eyes were black and glassy. Very little light reflected off them- more like empty pits than pools of glass.
“Hello,” says the hero chosen by no one “I’m here to help.”
“You’ll drown trying,” warns the siren “but follow me, unwanted one.”
“What do you think?” asks the mermaid, gesturing to xir new hairstyle.
“I think you look o-fish-aly a+!”
There’s a line of scales running down your back, gills opening like wounds on your sides. You are human, apparently, you are human, you thought, you are not, not, not.
(What is this? A curse? Or is it just something that was waiting in your blood?)
“Be on your guard,” says the witch to an ecstatic vampire “Once we join the werewolf pack it will be safe to relax, but for now we must stay sharp.”
“What are you talking about? We’re on a beach!” the vampire laughs “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve been out to the sea.”
“We’re not here to have fun- I have to trade with the merfolk pod. They are… perhaps the opposite of werewolves. I need you to be ready. Only afterwords can we play.”