Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

loko had not been bluffing. the shift of the stranger’s muscles was all he needed for instinct’s reflex to kick in — he sprung out of dodge with a howl upon his lips that set birds cawing from their roosts in the trees above.

all of sapphique would hear — and how long before they came?

he was about to piss on the ground in response to the stranger’s absurd claim, when the silhouette from the islands arrived. perhaps she was the ghost maman spoke of; there was a quality to her that elicited subtle terror within.

loko stepped back. his hotheaded stupidity came at odds with his quiet awe for this creature — he wanted to tell the scarred stranger to go fuck herself, but there was one problem: he knew a lifedebt was owed to the dark loa besides her. you be the one on the beach. loko apprised, distance kept between the spirit and her mongrel. is dat t’ing with you?