Ankyra Sound the odyssey

Prioritizing this thread!

The sea was tempestuous today. If Kevlyn were a woman, he would recognize this as a sign of trying times to come, and would leave immediately to alert Caiaphas that things were amiss. He was a simple man, however, and saw only inclement weather in the crash of the waves against the bases of their towering cliffs. He stood atop one of them, his head angled down to watch the ocean curling away in high, frothy peaks.

Besides, the consort thought as he turned away from the water toward the sequoias, he didn't need the ocean to tell him that things were amiss. His cunning queen had set into motion a great conflict spanning miles of coast. They were instructed well to maintain appearances for the sake of allowing this conflict to pass them harmlessly by and set in motion the undoing of two strong, neighbouring packs. Kevlyn knew that should any messenger arrive from either pack to discover them here on the cliffs, he was to deny any knowledge of either pack or, better yet, spread deceitful bread crumbs to the other.

Because of this broiling conflict, Kevlyn's time tracing the pack borders was nearly double its usual length. He patrolled tirelessly, upholding his duty as consort to the Nereides and guard of the siren queen. It was no surprise, then, that the first Ankyra Sound representative to meet the party of four was himself.

They stood tall and silent, four mysterious women: a grizzled female with a dark agouti coat shot through with beige and silver who looked pretty damn old; a drab grey female, much like himself, who probably thought she was hot shit by the way she was groomed; a sullen looking girl with a pale coat who was staring deadpan at the trees as if she lacked any ounce of intelligence; and another female who was identical to the first yearling, and probably also very into herself.

It was clear from these mental descriptions Kevlyn made that he was very much into himself and didn't think a whole lot of good about anyone that wasn't from Ankyra Sound, or really anyone else at all. Regardless of these harsh inner thoughts, his eyes didn't betray his judgment, and he stood respectfully. They were females, but not Ankyra, and so he did not lower his gaze from them. That privilege was given only to the sisters of his pack and not outsiders, however much like the sea they smelled.

"You stand upon the threshold of Ankyra Sound, led by Siren Queen Caiaphas. What is it you seek?"