Thelchi lay along the white sand of her beach. Oh yes, it was indeed her beach. No other siren dared to cross her path unless she had allowed it, and they would know if she had allowed it for they'd still be alive. For the most part, they never lasted a minute. And now, she basked in her glory and her beauty as she let her bare skin mix into the dry skin. Her mahogany locks were dry by now, sand stuck within the waves like the sand in the ocean. The only thing that had covered her body was a made skirt out of large sea leaves which covered her waist ever so gingerly, still revealing the curves of her perfect hips from each side. Her finely toned legs released themselves from the bottom as if miles long. Yes, she was a beautiful woman, but most sirens were. Weren't they? Maybe not all, but she defiantly was in the top five.

She rolled onto her stomach now. The sand covered her back and she was as if a fish hiding at the bottom of the ocean underneath it's grainy blanket floor. Of course, her hair and skirt hadn't let her hide well if it was her intentions, which weren't. She was only doing a daily thing and bathing in the sun for a few hours before she would return to the sea and perhaps get a male snack.