Stavanger Bay in the midnight hour

He came from the darkness of the trees, and Tiarnan was too distracted by the surf to notice; at first all he saw was a shining streak as moonlight cascaded across the foreigner's body, and then he was stumbling with his own black limbs upon the sand. Tripping on his own feet, Tiarnan tried to keep himself upright while faced with an attack — but he was no fighter. He was frightened, and had little time to react. The result was swift: the stranger lunged, Tiarnan tried to back-track, and teeth connected with the junction of his neck and shoulder. Dangerously close to a killing blow. The boy yelped as hot pain seared through his skin, and pulled back as best he could - but the stranger's hold was vice-like. His blood flowed in to the sand and began to clot there; all Tiarnan could do was go limp and let out a pitiful whine. His tail was naturally tucked and folded against his belly, and the rest of the youth's figure became a puddle of shadows at Ragnar's feet.