Ankyra Sound drowner of hope

Speaking of horror…

Svalinn felt his fur start to stand on end, drawing him to a firmly planted stop. There was an intangible presence near him that he could not see or hear at first. He squinted into the dark before him and strained to hear anything over the incessant sound of crashing waves. For once, he wished for utter silence.

An uneasy warning rumbled in his chest, vibrating outward into a pulse that would keep lesser creatures at bay. Who’s there? he demanded. Nothing touched his senses except brinesmell and the glint of sludgy seaweed in the moonlight, but there was something else there, too. Something he wanted to back away from. Something provoking and not at all welcoming.

The feeling reminded him of something that he had long forgotten.