Ankyra Sound [m] burn it down

catched!

sobeille tore her gaze from the sky, teary expression darkening to livid displeasure. a man, on this beach?

marina and her children sprung to sobeille's mind. the pirates that raided and killed half her family. all the suffering in her life and men were the preeminent catalyst.

protect your home, urged something inside of her. she advanced, gaze hard and measuring the man who now seemed to waffle back and forth in the seawater. he was her size, roughly. older. made lean by years that whittled at his life. he wore the coastal palette of a sea-trawler, his head darkened same as hers. she sensed in him a grieving kinship but her wounded mind refused to acknowledge it --  and were it not for those eyes;

yellow eyes

so very much and so very unlike her own  --

she would have torn at his throat herself.

sobeille steadied the rising urge to hurt him. she was already angry and his sheepishness infuriated her.

fight me. sobeille commanded, rising to her full height and brandishing her auburn tail. the wind stirred once more, and again that scent came to her. she intended to ignore it, because this was not how it was all supposed to happen. fighting back the urge to throw seaweed in his face, sobeille's lips curled back in a snarl. fight me, or die.