Ankyra Sound bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes

Raleska had kept her distance, but not her eye, off of the stranger since his induction into Rusalka. After a while, she decided she had given him enough space -- and rather impatiently, drifted towards the leviathan as he was prone on the ground. The remains of a meal was cast around his feet, and Raleska gave it a brief glance before settling her rakish gaze on the imposing male.

He was a far cry from the last few males to come to Rusalka; they were all heavily scarred, same as him -- but he did not carry himself the way Firefly did, and possessed twice the physical capacity as Alarian. It seemed Rusalka was collecting into a band of rather hardened, or rather beaten, wolves. She wondered if someday, she would be as scarred as him -- and if that was simply the price of being a survivor.

Surmising he was done with his meal and that he would of course, want to entertain a rather surly girl, Raleska spoke: "How'd you get all the scars?" There was not a bit of bashfulness in her gaze as she waited for his answer; if asking such a personal question was rude, it certainly had not occurred to the Eyjolfur.