The queen of the Mer does not have a mere fish tail. She had a hundred feet of tail, coiled, like the body of a moray eel.
She had the sharp, needle teeth as well. Seven hundred years and coral jutted from her head, like armor on her shoulders.
Her belly was taunt with her twitching eggs, and the thick, purple chute that her babies would slide along into there host was starting to swell and slide out.
~Grab him. hold him. Strip him. He'll do to start,~ she gnashed out. ~Destroy the flotsam.~