Ankyra Sound in the dark (hand it over)

weather: clear 
moon phase: new moon
time: june 6, 11 PM

the moon edged closer to its zenith in a dark indigo sky studded by pearly stars. qiao tracked its ascent, noting the moon’s silhouette which sat engulfed in hungering blackness. 

at her feet, the to’lang’s contents laid bare. the chipmunk skull chittered with maddening excitement, but the rest of the sack remained eerily silent. 

two new supplicants joined the to’lang’s contents. the girl’s tooth, broken at the root and still wearing the dried blood of its maker:

 a far more powerful artefact sat next to the tooth, narrow as a blade and toothsome in its own way - a single rib, its edges still encased in foul mud. qiao had spent nearly a week excising this artefact from its grave — earning several new cuts and sores for her efforts. 

her body was little matter. with these totems hosted as a spell-cost, her haka would have illuminating power. 

the moon hung black and empty over the phosphorescent waves. 

she dipped her paws into the upturned turtle shell filled with seawater; it’s disturbed surface rippled incandescent blue. she closed her mind to the outside world, and peered within — where the eye of the overworld flared open. around her the to’lang clattered and hummed. 

qiao whet the tooth and the rib with the dancing water. she bound them with ensouling words, her voice weaving the birth-song of a terrible and powerful haka.