Stavanger Bay you've buried all your alimony butterflies

The woman did not need to beg him. His intentions were awfully clear.
 
In a swift motion, the brute moved to take her. Almost as soon as he had done so, the fire in his gut overwhelmed him and he behaved in a savage and vicious manner. There was no gentle stroke of his breath against her nape, but a ragged and heavy grunt. There was no real compassion in his action, but more so because he did not know the meaning of love – at least not for this woman. Still, the warmth of her was something that he desired. The massive shadow of a man did not even note when her forelimbs cracked beneath his pressure. Skellige moved to finish his job and nothing more.
 
The fire of the devil had sparked within his gaze and he was fueled by it. Kiln to the fire that roared within him and longed to be doused by the wicked waves of the sea that he loved. Though his actions were misguided and lacking in any sense, they were still being followed through by the great spirits of the depths and the will of the black rock was his own. So he plunged himself into the shallows and before long… his body had been washed away.
 
Slumping against her frame with jagged breathing and a rapidly pounding heart, the vile brute issued a guttural growl. The act had been completed and there would be no reversing what was to fall on their lands.