Ankyra Sound to please their lord, so before the sword

for @Vercingetorix, if/when you have time :D

there was a foul reek upon the wind, and it brought the harlot stiff-legged from the den. two-toned eyes swept rusalka coldly; with a word to rosalyn, she was off, seeking the rotted perfume of the dragedan in their midst. and while the true scent of the sea-cliffs had faded from him, his personal odor was not one easily forgotten by the woman, nor the wife he had oppressed in his time beneath the ill-fated heda.
"what de fuck are you doing heah?" she called in a cutting voice when his tall frame became visible to her. plume flung over her hips, erzulie approached, hatred and wariness comingling upon her features.