A large, fox-like quadruped with a long, bushy tail and a single horn growing from the middle of its head. They are fierce creatures, capable of killing large amounts of other dogs and wolves. They're from the online game Furcadia.
The overpowering stench of death and decay forced regular wolves to recoil from the nacknar's territory.
Nacknars are cold blooded, ruthless killing machines that are taught from birth to be heartless and cold conquers. Each Nacknar hold a amount of respect and mild compassion for their own kind, but those who straggle or fail to learn the Nacknar way, are either killed or banished.
Nacknars have a trade mark signat; a crimson red stripe that runs from nose tip, to tail tip, and a cream crescent horn gracing the forhead between the eyes, and a midnight black coat. These aspects make the Nacknar a deadly foe, even at night. Most never see the creature coming until its glowing red eyes appear just before it makes the kill.
While our lifespan is the number of years we will live, our healthspan is the number of healthy years we will have and our sexspan is is the number of years we will continue to be healthy enough to continue having an active sex life.
A lighthearted reaction upon receiving disappointing news of some sort. Usually something that isn't a particularly a big deal, esp. when it primarily affects someone else - sort of a mild schadenfreude. Sometimes doubled or tripled, and possibly said in a sing-songy voice for added comedic effect to imitate a muted trumpet, which is how the meme originated.