Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

loko froze as the stranger stepped in his way, bristling. ah, that pleasantry answered how she got all those scars.

for a long moment, loko weighed his words against the scrape of teeth which promised destruction to his hide. dis place is not yours either. it be sapphique’s old home. his voice summoned an inviolable surety only adolescents seemed capable of owning. touch me, and dey will run you from dis place. loko knew she had more to lose than he did, and it made his head swim with buzzing smugness. one altercation, one howl, would be all it took for sapphique to descend like a storm. she had no power over him.

a ready gaze measured the bared fangs presented to him. he wasn’t going to run like a little cub because she showed some teeth — but he wasn’t about to let her get close enough to sink them in him, either.