Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

bitch! thief! the witch pulled herself from the pool, sopping wet.  a fresh ropeburn stung her throat, and salt choked her senses as she levied a thousand curses at the girl. 

her legs could not outrun haka. 

qiao seethed as she collected her displaced wares, threading the broken end through the skull’s eyes. stupid, stupid girl. she murmured, her pelt dripping with saltwater that splattered the floor. 

an incandescent shine caught her attention. the crone squinted and shuffled over, bending down to see a perfectly clean tooth. 

she collected it with a grin. storing it in her cache, qiao turned back to the pool and its stubborn occupant. 

she would figure out its secret later. there was a fang to ensoul, tethering sobeille’s energy to the to’lang. 

qiao would not let this slight pass without judgment.