Ankyra Sound i empty myself with light until i become morning

Antumbra’s slow steps cease when she is only a few yards away. The last time she’d been this close she’d been aiming for something vital. Restraint in this moment proves strong, her form a slight sway of anticipation. All the buildup since her return is begging, itching, screaming for some release. Part of her wants to make a wrong move. The occasional spars with the other warriors isn’t cutting it anymore.

“Then stay away,” she growls, her ankle twitching but it’s not apparent whether she’s coming or going. “This is ours.”. This. The coast. The fields. The sound. Traitors did not linger nearby as if they’d done nothing wrong. They don’t hunt them down. They are not worth the effort and resources, dependent entirely on their proximity and the cliffs are just over her shoulder. “Leave.”