Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

bartok danced from side to side, navigating around the waves as they tugged and released the sands. ruffling his iridescent pinions, he watched with horror as she proceeded to consume her own spit up. "stop it! stop it!" he scolded, bobbing his head with amazement and displeasure. "to feed your young?" he wondered, leaning in and slanting his head.

she slid tremblingly back to her haunches then, the paleness of her mien had not yet diminished and she neglected to give the weakness of her stomach time to abate. he was almost unsurprised when in an instant she expelled that which she had just washed down for god know's what reason. maybe her food had been poisoned, or she was just an idiot.

"taste good?" he asked, clicking his tongue. he lifted off the terrain and spread his wings, soaring upwards. "wait! wait here!" he instructed, fleeting into the nearby trees.