Ankyra Sound VIII. Standing in the back door crying, now you're going to need a friend.

holy hannah, you guys are awesome! i am thinking rounds, unless you guys would like to stick to posting order? either way works for me. feel free to PP Raleska or whatever works for continuity <3

Raleska weaved in and out of consciousness for a spell; one minute she was in a dark place alone and in pain, the next, she was transplanted into a distant memory -- of sunny shores and asking her mother "Whozzat?" at a crab scuttling by with its onerous claws raised..

And then she was back again, gasping, screaming -- awake only long enough to hear a man's howl cut through the den, the sound of Abbadon's grave edict -- the murmur of a gentlewoman, the distant, strangely familiar voice of . . .

Of . . .

He was only a hazy ghost in her vision; her gaze slid skyward, unfocused.

She drifted off with a groan, unable to hold on for long. Her body's natural defense to total nuclear collapse was to shut down -- five, four, three, two . . .

One. . .