Ankyra Sound [m] burn it down

this was it. the roaring in her ears became cacophonous. two seconds from now his blood would spread out in a malevolent red pool. it would be over. though no amount of spilled blood could be put back into mireille’s lifeless veins, maybe it could drown her grief and hide it for a while.

the reverberation of a shudder jolted sobeille from reverie. he’d fought well. her blood coursed as freely as his.

lightheadedness came down as a wave upon her. 

i will never know such profound love again, repeated a child’s mournful voice within. sobeille tensed, teeth hovering over the bounding pulse in ephraim’s throat.

no. she would never again see mireille’s beaming face, nor know her love.

but she could make her own.

with a gasp sobeille released the fighter tensed beneath her jaws. she stepped back, gaze hard but not without approval. he had earned a small measure of respect in the sapphiqian: he had fought brutally — without honor, which she liked — and outsmarted her twice.

get up. sobeille growled, feeling a wave of warm liquid slosh down her throat. her blood matted her face and slicked down her limb, coagulating in uneven clumps along her pelt.

i’ave decided you be worthy.

would chani be horrified if she came upon this scene? was a runner a better competitor than a fighter? sobeille flicked her tail and turned towards the grotto, small droplets of red left like gruesome petals upon the strand.

i will make my own.