[Part of him acknowledges the appalling aspect of this dream, the death of those lured into the rocks. But it's largely overshadowed by the fact that he believes that the blame lays on both parties equally. The siren for her song and the sailors for giving into it's deception. This form, it's instincts, and this situation has brought him back closer to that once destructive mindset he once held.
The chaos, the despair, the inevitable blood in the water due to broken timbers and flailing bodies was an old seductive song in and of itself. Thus while he says nothing and does nothing to prevent her actions, he doesn't leave either. Merely watching while moving about the area in lazy circles.]
[ooc: The man is a merman, half-man, half-great white shark.]
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The chaos, the despair, the inevitable blood in the water due to broken timbers and flailing bodies was an old seductive song in and of itself. Thus while he says nothing and does nothing to prevent her actions, he doesn't leave either. Merely watching while moving about the area in lazy circles.]
[ooc: The man is a merman, half-man, half-great white shark.]