Ankyra Sound of faces pressed to bloodstained panes

in the night the fever had blossomed, swallowing first her throat and the great artery there, then her belly, until finally between her thighs it burned into a red conflagration that brought erzulie awake with a low gasp. it seemed every delicate muscle was afire with some torturous throbbing, and slowly the harlot climbed to her feet and crept from the den she shared with rosalyn.
before dawn, the sun just beginning to pale the far horizon. bringing her cinnamon ears forward, she leant into the cooling scour of the seawind, hoping it would drag from her hips the glowing want. instead, the zephyr brought only to her the scent of @Firefly, he who she and rosalyn had decided would father her children.
a moment of hesitation, and erzulie set off, stalking toward the confines of blackpine and where she thought the man to be, hoping he had not changed his mind in her sudden hour of desire.