Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

his taunts did not seem to phase her and disappointment shaded his pitch features as she lied down to temper her nausea. surprisingly, he did not anticipate her spew and as the haggard monarch retched all over the terrain, frame shuddering from the violence and trauma of the toxins purged from her body, the raven recoiled frantically. "bad dog! bad dog! bad dog!" he blared, winging upwards in a surfeit of revulsion.

her comment was discourteous. he gasped with offense and landed a few feet away from her drained sprawl. "don't go near the water, dog. you might caaaatch your re-fl-ecti-on." he spat the foodstuff into the imminent surf, his lopping skip-step drawing closer to her and his head tilting. "you might voooomit again. ick! ick! ick!" he snickered amusedly. "good dog. good trick. I laugh."