Porcupine Ridge the abyss leers in hissing ruts

she did not remember andraste's face at first, but other senses told her this was no stranger. and so she refocused attention upon the deep grooves in ruby upon the woman's visage. "hello," the harlot greeted, as of yet unaware that rosalyn was prowling the same courses some while away. attuned to her mate, she knew that the pirate must be scouring at this hour, but from what direction she would reappear remained to be seen.
"what brings you here?" sa ki pote ou tounen, the loa hissed crocodilian. erzulie was silent, but mint-gold eyes remained watchful.