Sea Lion Shores The primordial dogs of God

Only by chance through her snapping and slurping, did Furiosa catch glance of the earthy figure standing in her peripheral. The vamp ghoul picked up her head sharply, drawing a savoring tongue across her chops as she regarded the strange male in bare consideration. He was average, on all accounts; tall and lean, with eyes like gold sorrel and a youthful curiousness set to his expression that encouraged her to try and compel him unto her. The very serpent come slithered from Eden, looking very dearly at one of God's lambs.

She imagined she looked very impressive to him— for how could he know that she had merely taken advantage of an already unfortunate situation for the seadog?— so with The Family in the back of her mind, the stark breed of Death called out to him: "come feast, tenderfoot! There's plenty for us to share." Because surely as a lone wolf he was hungry...