Stavanger Bay a clouded dream on an earthly night

Silence along the shore, save for the steady crashing of waves against the unforgiving stone sentinels that yielded sentry to the bay.  The disposed wastrel queen's wavewracked body tossed around like a ragdoll in the churning waves, thrown this way and that until she finally washed upon shimmering sands.  Tawny form remained still for some time before she rose like a posessed fiend.  Brine was expelled from deep within her lungs and dripped down her cold nose.  Izel coughed, abdomen taut with expended efforts, until there was nothing left inside her rolling belly.

Despite her anguish, Izel was lucky she was not worse for wear.  Backlit by the red western sun, she dipped her slim face back into the rolling tide to wash away her body's effort.

The setting sun turns the sea to blood, and with it, the spirit comes.

He floats along the sand, eyes dancing wickedly, silver against the pale gold. When he spots her, he lets out a sigh---

So beautiful. Purely aesthetic. Imtiaz has no use for anyone on the surface.

What he seeks is deeper. Always. Yearning. Reaching for it.

She may be a tough nut to crack,

But he will crack her.

"Woman of the sea," he hisses, lips curving in an insatiable smile. He brings himself close to her, gaze drifting along the lines of her sodden form.

"Why are you here?"