Ankyra Sound pain and suffering as they stumble

feel free 2 beat the everlovin shit outta her

Caiaphas was not a temptress -- and woefully an inward flare of discomfort pressed against her. She dared not expose this weakness to Lasher -- donning her best seductress guise she met his subtle challenge with a coy glance. She was too baleful a specimen to be bound to the whims of flesh -- and had she been dissolved in the deportment of seduction she would have been a poor thing to look at, much less touch.

He met her advancement with a step of his own and their breath hung in tantalizing depth between them. His muzzle, now held above her, was scarce a tooth's dash from her own but she, unbidden yet by violence, only sought to alarm him by pulling alongside him so their flanks touched in a feral embrace. The proximity brought forth a flare of hackles -- this she suppressed. Fully anticipating a blow she curled her neck around to regard him, her hocks slanted to the ground in preparation. She met his challenge with a fiery defiance that, in retrospect, was probably not entirely healthy.

Her tail flagged then -- and with a trail of her ugly muzzle she brought her cold-tipped nose down towards his belly as if advancing somewhere incredibly intimate -- at the last minute she changed course to his hock in a raking impart, scarcely more than a whelp's nip before she bolted off in an unsettled cackle.

CAIAPHAS
"how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?"