Coconut Grove I'm gonna fight the moon

but the jezebel was beyond speech now. reactive to a fault, erzulie assumed the worst. in protection of her brood both eldest and youngest, she let rosencrantz dart for the interloper, his scarred visage and heavy jaws parting to crush the insect bitch.
a snarl bubbled in her throat; how dare these moors be so early marked by blood! but such was the way of rusalka. fighters all and even erzulie was consumed by bloodlust, keeping herself from the heavier blows but snapping at the legs, eyes, ears, shoulder of the would-be thief.