Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

Oh the life of a loner. It was both a blessing and a curse. Free to roam neutral lands at his leisure, meet whomever he desires, speak with whomever without alliances in the way of good companionship. On the other hand, it was often boring as all hell. Days would go on without anyone, and they were often rude, suspicious or annoying, some were fun to play with but many were dull...

Today was one of those days, one of those days he would come across another and hope they were fun enough to keep around for more than just a moment. One a new face, the other an unfortunate, awkward familiar. It was the new face he was most interested in than the siren of the sea. Her belly fat with what he could only assume to be a litter of puppies, the slut was filthy with the scent of men when they met - so he didn't fear any of them being his. 

No, the golden beauty is who he focused on mostly. I'd watch myself around sirens little sun. She'll eat you alive if given the chance. His voice smooth, a taunting tone toward the dark-headed one while he stood just a couple wolflengths away from them both, perpendicular to their greetings.