Ankyra Sound those darkened waters spur

all welcome!

a lunge, a snap, muscles tearing beneath sharp wicked teeth. erzulie came away with a mouthfull of blood, lips bruised from where her mouth had thudded dully into the tibia of a coyote straying too close to the shore for her liking. it was not alone, however, as its kind was wont to be — four more sprang from the brush to flank their injured leader, and in a moment the harlot found herself assailed.

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erzulie inched with a painful crawl back onto the sands of ankyra sound, pelt sullied and filthy with saliva, nape torn. a mangling; her left fore-ankle was an unpromising mass of bone and blood, and her throat rasped with the scour of the seawater that had been swallowed. she had fallen, leapt ... thrown herself ... she could not remember.
rusalka had other healers, but she could not muster the strength to call for them, nor for @Rosalyn — quietly she watched her blood ebb onto the shoreline, licked by the eager roll of waves across her limp frame.