Mist covered the stilling water as the man stumbled off his horse and walked closer, he was fatigue, but not wounded as he moved from his horse; just getting out of battle—his country the victor—he was returning home. No, not to the castle, he's been there, that's where he came, he was returning home to his wife and children, until the thick forest began to confuse his war racked body. He was happy to find a large lake, he was quite parched, he could use a drink. He stumbled to the water and looked into it, it was crystal clear, and not just from pollution and filth, but from fish as well, the only life he could see was the little kelp leafs that wished and washed in the water. It was hard to tell if the water even moved if it wasn't for the fact that the lake flowers danced in it.
The man took off his helmet—it was hot—though the forest was cool and calming, he proceeded in removing his chest plate and arm guards. His tan tunic was soaked in sweat, it felt good to feel the cool air; just imagine the cooling water! He lowered his hands into the water, it was amazingly cool, he cupped the water and quickly brought it to his lips, it was ice cold in his mouth. He was suddenly hot, leaning down, the warrior scooped the water onto his face, splashing it freely onto his neck and shoulders. His horse winded as it stumped in place, turning to the animal, he walked over to it and pulled on it's reins—it must be just as tired and thirsty as he was.
But the horse would have none of it as it resisted and threw a fit, before it was pushed to run away, the man stopped pulling and shrugged. The stubborn horse grunted, but made no move to go further as the man turned back to the relaxing water. He reached down in the water again and gave himself another luxury splash; he watched as the water sparkled from the sun as it's ripples caused it'll rainbow like mist to form above it.
As if it was a mold, the water settled back down into it's stilling form; he was amazed at how the lake settled as he looked down into it. The mist began to thicken, but the man didn't notice as he stared at his reflection, but when his squared rugged face began to form into a heart shape effeminate type, he gawked. Once his face became drastically different, he pulled back from the water, but wet hot hands grasped onto his face.
He didn't have to look at the fingers to know they were inhumanly disfigured, he could feel the smooth like scales, and the silken thin webs between them as the the moist skin held his cheeks, the biggest give away was the the woman staring up at him; she had purple tinted skin, with snake like patterns on the side of her eyes and a little onto her forehead, her ears where pointed as she had many of them that fanned around her head—skin like fins were laced between them—her iris was a misty lavender and she had black sclera. Her hair, her hair was something different entirely, even though she was once submerged in water—and was even still wet as proof—her hair was very thick and luscious, it was a porcelain white and shined multicolored; like and white opal stone, she had black pearls strung threw out it.
The man would have struggled, but he was sure this thing was a mermaid, and it was touching him! She closed her eyes and pulled his face forward, he tried to turn his head but she had a sturdy grasp on him—he was a married man—mermaid or not, he couldn't! She opened her eyes as her rounded thulian pink lips pouted desirably, he couldn't, he wouldn't, would he? His stance went slack as she was able to pull him back into her, this time their lips meeting in a kiss. He was unresponsive at first, but when his body started to pulse with energy, he gladly kissed her back.
The horse began to buck, and without a second thought, it ran off into a random direction. The man heard the horse, he was melting into the kiss, but he new his horse was his only strength in this forest, the man pulled back to see it running further from the lake. He turned to call after the horse but his arms were grasped tightly as claws began to dig into his shoulders, he turned back shocked ad reached up to push on her shelled chest, but was shocked to see wrinkled, old fingers. Letting out a cry, the man was then pulled into a crushing kiss as his body set aflame with burning energy.
He helplessly fell into the kiss as the feeling was too enticing; even though his body was quickly withering away, he fell into the vixen as she pulled him from the land and into the water. Once she released him, the warrior's boney corpse fell into the lake as the water began to ripple again, quickly burying his form under dirt, rocks, and sand. The mystical woman collected the man's discarded armor, and slunk back into the middle section of the lake—the mist gone now—her scaled legs kicking under her, the toes was webbed like her ears and fingers. She could have drowned the man, and feast on his flesh, but that was what mermaids did, not soul eating sirens.