Ankyra Sound you're stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you

oooooh i deeply suck, i'm sorry this is so late! :<

if he was bothered by it, lycaon sure didn't express any overt objection to Nyx's roughhousing as she dragged him to a prone position--he made no effort whatsoever to avail himself of any illusion of strength--and they both collapsed upon the sands with a grunt.

if nothing else, he certainly couldn't complain about the vista of tuscan sun eyes staring back at him when his lids fluttered open again. he gazed openly at her, mostly to be obnoxious, sinewy legs folded neatly to his chest. shifting to his back, his attention turned to the robin-egg blue sky abounding with cumulus clouds that scudded across its palette spanning miles beyond the horizon. "that one looks like Ingram." he said, pointing a claw at a rather amorphous, voluptuous cloud possessed of no distinguishable features.