Ankyra Sound our time is short, the horsemen ride

stirrings in the earth.
a flock of seabirds lifted from where they had been feeding in the salted shallows, and their abrupt departure lifted erzulie's head from where she stood ankle-deep, fishing for clams. sharp eyes surveyed the horizon; there was no jut of shark's fin nor roil of orca that would suggest danger to the birds. and yet they wheeled in the sky, screaming an alarm.
the waves too rippled oddly onto shore, their eddies chaotic. erzulie stared at the lap of foam upon the sand, a sense of unsurety rising in her, and backed from the sea with ears falling against her skull.
her children; she must collect them, and headed with a gait still stiff from her wounds toward the grotto, calling for @Reyes and @Scarab and @Clementine as she went. rosalyn was gone, their family sundered, and now  ...
what woke in the waters outside rusalka?