Duck Lake You realize that tinned food is just for crackheads and wars?

heedless to the bog beneath her feet caiaphas charged, a garbled cry of madness wrung from her lips. pygmalion was far more oriented than her, but perhaps that was an undoing -- caiaphas did not (could not) care for her footing, and so, came blindly upon him.

what was left of her motor functions, however, lacked finesse -- with a snarl she snapped towards a hock, an arc of ropy drool strung after her narrow muzzle. most of her blow was ended by her sudden stumbling; thrust into pygmalion's flank, the rabid creature lost its balance and was flung into the snow headlong.