Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

lulz let's make this interesting eh .... dice rolls? small pp also

erzsébet's lips curved into a thin smile -- but anger soon swept down upon her as the salt-laced captain stalked away. how dare he reduce her to such a thing! as if all she wished was sex -- as if this was the very basis of her existence. and so she unfurled herself with a flourish, and followed him along the strand, hackles raised. "ferahgo!" rang the cold peal of her voice, echoing against the shoreline. her eyes burned into him.

"do you wish me for a wife?" came her breathless inquiry as she drew but a few steps closer. "or perhaps you do not." it made no matter to erzsébet; she paused only a moment before leaping for him, her sharp white teeth bared in her slim muzzle. if he succeeded, she would be his wife, and a compliant one -- if he succeeded and did not wish for her to be at his side, then perhaps he would kill her. 


but if the countess won this skirmish, she would rip from him the tools with which he had destroyed her self's faith and throw the wretched flesh into the ocean!