Sirens song

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From stone to rock she leaps above the passive flow teaming with movement.  Eyes focused on  the slightest twinge of strange creatures potentially bragging as nourishment.  Still uneasy her legs trick her mind to confidently perch themselves like a crane waiting for the opportunity to stab at the slightest move. With minimal movement the chance arises. Finally, nurishment much needed.  Her taste is of anything known before.  Putting aside her cracks and cuts burning of a fire once ran from, only the taste presides.  Quickly back to the task at hand to heal she must pursue more.  Excitement is unmeasurable, overflowing waves shoving her to go for the oppertunities many pass.

Her claws tighten against the dimpled stone and the lunge begins and in an instant regret consumes her everything.  Scratches, clawing slinched claws make no difference in the coming event.  Moss laquered stone has no remorse for the weakened.  With a desperate but failing grip the river consumes a beaten and bruised contestant. The most she could force out is a gargled yelp to grasp anyone undivided attention.                 .