Ankyra Sound gulper shark

truthfully, very few wolves understood sobeille. she was a contradiction of reserved and unreserved; doling out bits of herself she understood were socially acceptable, while hiding what she knew would horrify her peers.

yet at times, the parts she carefully hid were more than impulses. they guided her as lwa guide sapphique; she felt them sing in her blood, and knew their purpose was to chart her to some higher course.

the stranger peered over the pool, her claws just barely over the wall's lip -- flirting tantalizingly with danger she did not know lurked behind her. sobeille heard the tumbling sound of sediment -- saw the way the pebble's intrusion of the surface sent waves of blue light rippling from the well.

and sobeille answered the ugly impulse that instructed her to shove this girl underwater and hold her there. she seized the back of her grey skull and pushed her head underwater with the deft strength of a killer that has become practiced; thinking of the girl blossom, and how she'd imagined the noise her air-bubbles would make as they rent the surface. what quality her scream would take as water flooded her lungs --

sobeille woke from her reverie. the sea-grey stranger was still standing at the rim, and sobeille hadn't moved a muscle.

i t'ink she escaped. she shook the ebbing confusion from her mind with a rough shake of her spine. when i was drowning, de ghost tol' me 'ow to get out. dere used to be a rib bone dere. gone now. mebbe de witch took it. if this was true, sobeille worried for her future. she knew enough of sigils to know that bone would be a powerful totem. dat witch is 'ow i lost dis tooth. sobeille pointed to the missing canine, then abruptly swapped topics. 'ow come you are 'ere? not in de cave wit' me -- i mean -- 'ow did you find de sound?