Ankyra Sound i am not your blowing wind, i am the lightning [pack howl]

rusalka lived.
the sound was theirs, had been theirs, before the jaws of drageda would close 'round it — erzulie was filled with a fierce pride, buoyed by the number of wolves that had come to follow caiaphas. however, as loyal as she found herself to the dark-headed savage, her heart ached with pain to know rosalyn was not among them, to know that her lover's voice did not rise with the others' own upon the swelling sea-wind.
and so erzulie cried out, not only for rusalka, but in a promise, one for her pirate alone. twining the higher silver of her notes with the lower dirge of her fellows, the harlot sang, a decided and melancholy aria that echoed through the sound.