Ankyra Sound dead woman walking

set on the cliffs above the beach <3

They were gone.

Hex, Crowell - perished in the hunt for the runaway girl, as far as Nox was concerned. Meredith too had vanished. Abandoners, the lot of them. Cowards.

Fury could not begin to describe the emotions that boiled beneath his skin at the realisation that the wenches too had been stolen from beneath his very nose. He'd found their trails soon enough. The sweet of whelps and the footfalls of many, only a few of which did Nox recognise.

Like a madman, he'd hunted the cliffwolves from the forest without pause. Spider's legs ate dust at a vicious lope and, in the absence of crew, the Captain had turned to muttering vile curses at the boychild he should have killed. At the witch who called herself @Sobeille, for it was she that he was sure brought the raiders to his door.

Bluefire raged in a simmering howl, like a flame atop spilled rum as he crested the cliffs and the sea foamed below. 

I am alive, and you are a dead woman walking.