Ankyra Sound burned alive

The dark man’s gaze was averted almost instantly. Eos’ expression remained blank as she peered curiously on the beast. Spyridon she mused with a small curling of her leathery lips. He was a massive creature, but he seemed well suited for the life of their pack. “Εμείς δεν έχουμε γνωριστεί. Είμαι Eos.” Her words were neither kind nor formal, but had settled on a strange in-between. Her ocean-colored eyes fell away from him and sought the rolling waters for only a moment. It had been some time since she had spoken the words of her home… of her family. The familiarity was there, but distant; she could not have described it as anything more than an aching nostalgia.

“Θα αγωνιστεί και στους βράχους, Σπυρίδων,” the naiad then remarked with a faint smirk. Already she knew, this shadowy sea-wolf was nothing like what she was accustomed to. Her brothers had been subordinate and well-behaved, but they had been allowed more freedom than she imagined her present company had never seen. Perhaps he was all the better for it.