Cerulean Cape soldier, keep on marching on

Coking a brow at the cream coated one's words and action, he grinned lightly to himself. The sea witches were uptight, no fun, full of themselves and having encountered already three of them, he had a sour taste on his tongue at any of the island wolves - well, the little brat male wasn't too bad after a while. Without another word, the pointed woman was off. The disgust on her face had not gone unnoticed but instead, he grinned at the sight. Once she was far enough, he turned his attention back on the new toy he had found wandering the beaches.

Half circling her, he wished for a better view of the submissive woman. Are you grateful for my arrival? He cooed softly, fire and ice engorging themselves on her physique. See how unpleasant she is? It was toys like these he liked the most - not just women, anyone who had their guard low enough to let him in. It would only be a matter of time before he could get a taste of that sweet syrup that coursed through her veins...