Ankyra Sound dlo flè

it was almost as if she heard it.

the roar of waves as war drums, the fire of mothers clashing against each other with locked jaws. enigma stared at awe at the woman before her now. to see the descent of such a fearsome woman.

i washed upon one when i arrived. she confessed in hushed tones. there, a boss our age, a boy. she told her these things in good faith, an exchange of information in mutual transaction.

he is a bone worshiper.

her throat tightened.

do you speak of his island?