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many children, not enough teeth.
erzulie had set herself not to worry. her daughters grew quick and strong; before the snow arrived she intended that they would be brought upon a kill.
it was the whisperings of loa stirring that led the woman to the coast, and there she found a shark-maimed seal cow gasping upon the sands. time was upon the harlot's side, however; time stole the last rattles of breath from the beast. then and only then did she approach, sinking quick harsh fangs into the blubber and ripping a great swath of fatted meat.
relieved, though her find must be quickly cached before she returned for more, erzulie paused to watch the strong young boy who had joined rusalka on his roving through the moorlands. a chuff through her burden, and then she began to dig a new cache, setting the meat upon the crushed heather alongside her.