Ankyra Sound you were swept ashore like bottles holding prayers

ingram lowered his raised hip slowly, staring lycaon dead in the eye as he had the audacity to question his little peter. he stamped his foot on the ground abruptly, and turned to face him. "do not." he hissed, though as steam riffled from the wet surface he leapt back and squinted.

"what are you, an expert on chodes or something?" came the woefully inadequate, somwhat barbed riposte. "gay." with a grumble he staked his claim on another boulder a few feet away, rolling on ground in front of it with great flings of sand aimed in lycaon's direction.