Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

wide eyed with the folly of her actions, Caiaphas froze -- her head held stiffly as her ears flapped and rotated wildly atop her narrow skull. The bird had alighted to the canopy beyond -- the remainder of his presence the upturned dust-motes and disturbed shubbery.

She thought herself safe from any further onslaught -- with a huff that announced her displeasure with his existence she strode back towards her abandoned meal, saliva pooling hungrily in the corners of her jowls. She was just about to seize the delicacy between her slavering jaws when behind her the bird barreled like a demon spat from a cannon -- already she felt herself hating this stupid shit of a bird.

She felt the sting of his beaked nip upon her rump -- with a howl she whirled upon him to find him gone, fluttering like a shade on the breeze out of her reach. She lept into the air wildly, jaws snapping in his wake -- only to find when she landed that the featherbrained dingus had made off with her prized meal.

The injustice and the indignities of the world consumed her -- with great vitriol she unleashed all manner of profanities into the wind as if they had the power to stay Bartok's wings and call him plummeting to the earth.