Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

With a gulp the meal the two had vied over was gone -- and instantly, Caiaphas was flush with nausea. It had truly been too big an entree to swallow entire -- fitfully she lowered upon her stomach and dropped her head to mitigate the wave of nausea that overcame her.

She was too preoccupied feeling sorry for herself to realize the dumb bird had come back -- this time toting more of her pack's limited meat. As his talons raked her bare rump she shrieked aloud in both a yelp and a growl -- though it was silenced quickly by a rush of hot and reedy vomit.

The pile she had upchucked sat in the snow and steamed -- with a doleful gaze Caiaphas turned back to the flitting bird, her expression contorted by bile and distaste alike. "And you're like my vomit.. only uglier." If she could have, she would have taken a rank dump too -- but she was feeling much too sorry for herself to entertain the idea of hunching over.