Stavanger Bay you are shaking fists & trembling teeth

a cameo for now!

clementine had gone missing. rosalyn had roamed from rusalka's borders to find her. worry clutched at erzulie's heart, a heaviness she had never before experienced; a tremble to her lips when she followed the trail of scarab's scent to find that he too had disappeared from their land.
terror guided the harlot to leave the rest of her brood with raleska; she strode resolutely along the path that her son had left, fearing all manner of evil that might have befallen him. but she would not allow herself to weep, not now. rosalyn would find their daughter, and she would find scarab. it was a truth to which the jezebel clutched.
imagine the rage that burned suddenly in her warrior's heart as she caught the freshness of scarab upon the wind, mingled with the reek of another she recognized only from the war in drageda. 
erzulie slithered forward, teeth baring as her cinnamon ears flicked down against her skull. the two were not yet in sight; he had gone a far way, her son. the relief she felt at discovering him again was now threatened by who he had found in the remains of ironsea, and she would not let it happen again.