Ankyra Sound ocean death

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Chacal made her way back to Sapphique by way of the ocean’s long, slim shore. Where it curved in a long, crescent-shaped bay she found that spectres sung to her, as if those who had once claimed these shores whispered, sharing their stories with her.

One moaned- too loudly, though, for it to be the voice of the dead. Ahead on the shoreline, two figures recognizable because of their shared countenance- and near them, a shadow.

From a distance, she felt no concern, only curiosity. It was often that the sea gave up her bounty, and left them with gifts upon the shore. Perhaps it was a barnacle-covered piece of driftwood, so waterlogged that it was black. Perhaps it was a pile of seaweed, full of crabs. She did not quicken her step, until she realized that there was something troublesome about the sound of Lafayette’s voice.

Fur as dark as an oil slick announced that it was a body, but even when she realized that the twins had found a corpse she did not panic. The sea often gave up bodies- usually, those of sea creatures. It seemed so likely that they had found the body of a melanistic seal that she did not show any sign of concern until she was close enough to realize that it was a wolf-

And as Lafayette crumpled forward in grief, she realized that lying there was the last earthly remains of Valravn.

No blood seeped into the pale sands, and while he was misshapen and limp she knew the signs of the ocean’s savagery well enough to know that it was the waves that had battered him lifeless.

A stark and cold realization came over her as she looked down upon the man who had turned his back upon the ocean, had refused their rituals, who had taken up a role of leadership amongst them and yet who could not place one foot in water salt or fresh, because of his fear. Here he lay, this man so violently opposed to open water- slain by the mother of all oceans.

The only reason Valravn would have set foot in the ocean, or come close enough for it to strike him down and drag him in, was to end his own life.

Grief was swept aside by bitter betrayal. She looked down upon him with hard, shimmering eyes and moved to nudge her niece and nephew away from the corpse; a flagship of nothing but despair. She grunted, and was none too gentle as she began to force her way between them in the corpse, willing to pry them away if she must, and herd them back to Sapphique.