Ankyra Sound Comfort, the enemy of progress.

there were many things about grimnismal's resident ostrega that ingram would have conceded were attractive: the golden tufts of her fur - the intelligent yellow of her eyes - that shit-eating grin that could always get him to play, even in the pissiest of moods -- but somehow, upchucking dinner was not featured on that list.

nyx seemed visibly embarrassed by the deposit she had contributed to grimnismal's soil -- never one to miss an opportunity ingram dove in to Lauren. he pulled back a paw in a mock gesture of horror, a look of overplayed disgust painting his muzzle: "yeesh - whatever you ate, i don't want any." he joked, falsely fanning the air with an exaggerated flip of his paw.