Ankyra Sound one gonna help me talk right, one gonna lay me down to sleep

d-don't u talk like that about kierke ;-;

ingram was sure this spectral menance could split him in two with that cold gaze of his; he looked demurely to the shore and kept his mouth shut until the male returned his salutation. it seemed an eternity before he did; likely it had only been a few seconds, but ingram was acutely aware of the disparity in size and ability between the two and it thoroughly cowed him.

he thought of ways to answer the question succinctly. yes? maybe? he had avoided her for the same reasons he would now be avoiding kierkegaard: they were intense, powerful creatures and their aspects were chilled and shrowded. "yes? i mean, well, i guess i'm technically one of them. or was before my mom took me back." he still had mixed feelings about this strange upbringing -- but lycaon seemed mostly okay, so maybe things were not so bad afterall. "um. are you her body guard?"