Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

meehehehe

her willing participation in his game was made evident as she ploughed headlong onto the waterfront, merriment bursting from her like if you struck someone really hard in the face with your palm when they were blowing bubble yum. [size=x-small]fuck you eric i had to spread peanut butter in my hair[/size]

the raven unfolded his ebon plumage as the braggart's heels kicked up granules in his handsome face, not remiss of her disdain for him or the lofty manner she collected her gains.

"good dog! good dog! good dog!" he crowed excitedly, clacking his beak with amusement and taking clutch in a higher position in the trees were she to decide to follow up on her bygone indignation towards him. he was stupid enough to take meat from a voracious wolf but not quite stupid enough to turn himself into a clay disk for a loaded shotgun, whether or not she was an accurate shot (which he was certain she was not, considering he took so easily from her mehehe)

he took note of the area about him, hoping she was momentarily distracted enough for him to locate more things to stoke her ire for his entertainment.

hopping from his post he hurried over and landed on the bloated carcass – her packmates had more or less satiated themselves and paid the scavenger no mind, so tucking into the tough skin, from the exposed marrow he pulled a glob of tendon and flung strings of it over his beak like the wattle of a turkey.

taking wing to the skies overhead with her cuisine in tow, he glided low over the breadth between them, again doing his best to snatch the eggshell fur of her haunches with his talons while scanning her beneath with a commotion of delight. "like golden retriever!" he spoke, his motions of flight idling in a gust.

"but more ugly."