Oystercatcher Tide Pools bittersweet arrival

Who knows why the young man had found himself on the beach once again - the sirens were patrolling the whole damn shore as if they not only owned the island but everything that touched the salty water as well. Perhaps it was his morbid curiosity to see what those women were up to next, so see how far they would wander and patrol the beaches no matter how far it was from their home. Regardless, these were not their lands and he would roam it as he damn well pleased - those whores would not keep him from the salty embrace of the ocean.

As the moon hung high in the skies, the vampire was out to play. A new woman came into his view, washing her paws with her tongue... He had found himself drawn by women more so than men, having seen the fairer sex more often than not in recent days. Was it his own doing, or was it fate? Whatever it was, he didn't complain. After a quick clearing of his throat, he halted just far enough to be seen by the woman and look at her with a curious eye and a quirked brow. Why wash your feet with your tongue when there is plenty of seawater to do so for you?