Ankyra Sound Hold back the Sea

the sea churns just the same as it always did. lost in the way driftwood was in the ocean, Kieran wonders if his being here is fate; surely there had to be reason. with the crashing waves attempting to knock him over, washing through him, he hears the voice of another; her sultry, powerful tones dragging one of his ears sideways. the wolf finds himself turning his head, muzzle dipped towards his throat in the way one might peer over the brim of their glasses, as he rakes his roach-black eyes over the stranger. an impressive sort; in the starlight she is as black as the night that surrounds them. 

 his next comment brings a rather cold smile onto his lips, though not entirely absent of humor. suave grin showed an arsenal of fiendish fangs, that was Kieran, riding in on the red horse, set forth to rid the earth of it's liabilities and principles, that they were all simply horrendous beast, scraping fourths to sedate their own desires. his just happened to be self-destructive. 

a walking contradiction- while he himself yearned for the intimacy of a woman; lustful and carnal, the feelings almost rivaled that of combat. almost.“ Are you, perhaps, insatiable as well?” he dares, a plume of mist, pouring form the confides of the black nostrils, fogging the icy textures of his eyes, before dissipating into the curves of his jagged jawline. pools settled on the expansive stretch of the dark, dark, sea.