After a long, hard battle, Ares was wandering aimlessly along a deserted beach, covered in blood and dirt. The god was angry and frustrated, not satiated by the battle he had already been in, he was unsatisfied to the point of madness. He wanted something more and he, after visiting the beach, got just that. He saw someone there just enjoying the setting sun, and his mind was already thinking of how to make this person one of his lovers. That, or just another plaything. He smirked deviously to himself, licking his lips at the storm of possible scenarios in his mind.

Regardless of what they wanted, they were his now.