Sea Lion Shores bonafied lovin CHROMEO

there it was, a sound chiming under the sussuration of the waves --

did you hear it? the gentle bound and pulse of blood under that proudly lifted chin -- the way his pale fur glittered as it moved imperceptively, bound by the lifeblood which flowed like a current just under his skin --

bijou blinked and all manner of expression fell away.

"ground his face..." she imagined the scene; a half-caved in skull with brainsplatter upturned like gristly soup. darkening red, collected around him -- his chin lifting ever so proudly, doused in scarlet.

savagely elegant.  "it sounds beautiful."