Stavanger Bay Won't see me closing in

o hay

as a thin delicate howl trawled through the depths, murgash paused from his ruminations in the same, drool and rime both sliding gruesomely from his muzzle. it was a lady -- and as anyone knew, murgash could never let a lady come to his vicinity without thorough visual inspection.

he made haste towards her, a roughshorn and dark tumbleweed -- and when she came to his vision he slowed so that he could have ample time to visually appraise her. she was young, but svelte with muscle -- and she was just at the cusp of adolescence where her body was forbiddingly tantalizing and touched with the golden vigor of youth. he desired her immediately.

"oi! hullo leetle lay-dee!" he crowed, slurping up any last remnants of drool before he closed the distance between them. "wots ye doin 'round heres?" he wasn't exactly creepy yet, but his gaze was hungry -- he kept his distance as to not spook her, but if she was as smart as Doe she likely would see immediately through his guise and see he was just looking for a place to stick it.