Ankyra Sound The retelling of an old story

The last vestiges of light clung onto the horizon, and although she could smell and hear him she had difficulty picking out his figure.  His words caught her and a rather mischevious glint casts over her eye as he claims her.  It is something that is both familiar and foriegn to the nemesis; she had done much seducing to gather information before and as such had been upheld in such a light but never before was she used to being chased, to being approached first.

To be frank, the girl was not pretty in the sense many in the wilds were.  She was not the leggy, doe-eyed wisp that many swooned over.  She could not decide whether or not she liked his advances or not so instead she chose to reply in turn, . 

Hūra-azantys.  It lacked the posession that the man had held over her, but contained rather the intimacy between the names they had chosen to share with each other.

Darkness closes over the Wilds and she sees him at last, closing the distance between them. Have you found your Drageda?