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Fragglerock was an herbivore, through and through. He had never thought about killing another creature, and whenever someone mentioned eating one, he found himself recoiling. It wasn't that he had anything against carnivores, or omnivores. He simply didn't have the tools for eating meat, nor did he really have hunting skills. He supposed he was perfectly capable of hunting very small things, if he needed to, but... he didn't. Perhaps he would try at some point if prey was scarce, but seeing as everyone else around The Golden Eye seemed to be quite the capable hunter, and most of them hunted for themselves, he felt that it wasn't really needed.

Additionally, Fraggle wasn't really religious, either. Once again, he had nothing against religion, he just hadn't really found anything that resonated with him, yet. Perhaps his family had believed in something, but... there was really no way for him to know, at this point. As a result of this, the young rabbit found himself vaguely confused when he came across Damion that day. It wasn't a surprise that the other had hunted and was eating something, but the words he was saying sounded foreign and odd to Frag's young, feathered ears. After a moment of hesitation – unsure if he wanted to interrupt the other's meal or not – the boy eventually hopped over. Coming to a stop nearby, he questioned lightly, "Hello, Damion... what was that thing you were saying a minute ago? It didn't sound like any language I know." The concept of prayer was still an unknown to the youngling. Technically Cleo had prayed to her own god when she had done her sacrifice, but he hadn't exactly been in the state of mind to realize what she was doing. Instead, he had just been horrified.

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It seemed sacrifices were quite common within the group already. The scent of blood thick in the ear, the low murmur of prayer. Arlo was taking a day off from flying about- he felt a bit under the weather. With a sniffle and a slow walk over, Arlo wasn't surprised to see Damion. However, he was very surprised to see the young rabbit. With his ears perking, Arlo picked up his step gently.

Arlo looked at the animal for a moment, before back towards the two of them. He wasn't surprised in the least to see the gore, after all, the hellhound had quite the set of teeth on him. "Quite interesting to see religion in practice. I haven't really practiced myself." Arlo noted, his tail swaying behind him.

"speech"

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Arabic. Fraggle couldn't remember hearing of such a language before, but that wasn't particularly surprising. At the moment, the only language he knew was English, and he still felt as though he was learning new things about it every day. He certainly felt interested in learning a second language someday, but for now he was merely focused on learning to read, first. He wanted to be able to communicate with Aesior more easily, and reading and writing seemed to be the way to do that. Although Frag didn't understand Arabic – and had no intentions of learning it anytime soon – it certainly did seem to be an interesting language. Not to mention a rather beautiful one to listen to. So, with his ears twitching slightly, the rabbit replied cheerfully, "Oh, Arabic? I've never heard of that before, but... I haven't learned about many languages yet, honestly. It sounds very pretty, though." The prayers did, at least. He couldn't really say much about the language as a whole just yet.

Just as the youngling was about to explain that he had come over because of curiosity, rather than any kind of need, Arlo ended up coming over. The vanguard's presence both put Fragglerock at ease and caused him to clam up, not wanting to interrupt anything he had to say. However, he couldn't help but feel as though his presence – and Arlo's as well – wasn't completely appreciated by Damion. While the other wasn't being outright rude, it was clear that he had been looking forward to a meal, and some privacy. Wanting to respect that, Frag simply waved a paw at both Damion and Arlo, tail twitching as he spoke once more, "Uh... no, I don't think I had anything I needed! I was actually just about to head on my way! Bye Damion, bye Arlo!" The young rabbit then turned and hopped off, figuring Damion would be glad to have some peace. Hopefully Arlo would get the message as well, since Fraggle would hate for a fight to break out.

( out unless stopped !! )