Ankyra Sound straight down out of the world with my fingers

a large white woman with dozens of scars from nose to ankle suddenly appeared.
erzulie found her formidable. the concern she showed did not fit the appearance. and in her mind, the red wolf's words echoed: a tale of murder and vengeance.
she appreciated how the stranger stopped a good distance away. the guardian had already moved out in front of loko. he rivaled her own height if he would not have it in a month; nevertheless the obsidian lifted her chin. "hello." her mismatched eyes searched the stranger.
"we came down to hunt an' found your marks. so you will make de soun' a home den." her tone was unreadable, body poised but neutral. the next moments would be telling, erzulie felt.