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With a cocky sway to her step the lithe Siren strode towards the forest, her jaws clutched tight around the full swell of a seal's bloated and dark kidney. It was a most precious meal she coveted -- and stealing away from her subordinates, she sought to dine alone.

Once sufficient distance was placed between her and the thrumming sea, she turned twice around a leviathan sequoia -- with an agile leap she fell between two outstretched roots and disappeared entirely from view. There, nestled between the tree's fold the waif ravenously set to work.