Ankyra Sound Orphaned Prince

caiaphas cast a long glare at this yearling that besmirched what she viewed as her shore -- as far as she was concerned, she belonged to it and it to her, and to rid the sound of her presence was to eek the blood out of some sort of spongy animal; gross and ineffective.

as soon as the youth saw her, he turned to leave - a motion that confused caiaphas and caused her to draw her own conclusions about the gallantry of this particular pale individual. "no, there isn't a pack." she crooned, drawing into a disarming sitting position not unlike the stance of a cat. "what were you singing?"