Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

me too!

erzulie plodded gracelessly after rosalyn as they moved; she sensed her lover's tension, but the pain had grown too great for her to anything aside from her reliance on the former captain. the sea swept into view, then within distance of touching, and the harlot sighed with relief. wading into the shallows, she drew her breath back in a sobbing hiss, tears stinging her mismatched gaze as the salt licked with sandpaper tongues along her hot and lacerated flesh.
in time she lay down where the smaller breakers might lap over all four paws, a low whine escaping her throat as she looked toward rosalyn. pain tightened the smile she offered her lover, but for now there was only the pair of them. if the bear arrived, they would run again; she did not want to think of such things at this time, and beckoned rosalyn closer, that she might search the other's wounds for infection.