a child not graced with the knowledge of how to indulge in frivolities, moribund rather thought that the other group of children were doing something downright maleficent.

the lamb watched on in quiet, cold discomfort of memory as the knives sliced into the soft flesh of the pumpkin. they could only imagine that the pumpkin's skin was their own... and the pulp? the gore. phantom pain lashed across their legs and spine, and the first head quickly cast their honeyed eyes from the sight.

"they must be practicin' how to gut people" the slave offered helpfully with a mumble, feeling cloven hooves shuffle across the sand.

to them, it made the most logical sense. the pittian was a bloodthirsted group. wouldn't their youths be learning how to wield such devastating capabilities at such a young age? what better way to start on than a pumpkin?

Keona did not know why she found herself behind Valkyr. He made her uneasy.  Nonetheless, her ears found themselves perked, curious.  Very quietly, the kitten aimed a soft paw to tap the much larger creature.  "What's so scary 'bout them?" Pumpkins smelled kinda funny, as far as she was concerned.  She wondered for a moment if they were editable, then decided she'd much rather eat something else.  Massive fruits held no interest to the little carnivore.

Keona wondered, if her eyes worked, that she'd find whatever they were doing 'scary' or fun.  It seemed sort of... Weird, to her.  Did the children back home do the same activity?  "... Halloween?"

tá mé i dtiúin — ✯

moribund was just one of the many whose social incompetence and dark ideologies stemmed from unfortunate origins. the lambs had never been indoctrinated on anything by the pitt-- had never been taught to integrate the ruthless clan’s own unforgiving nature.
moribund was a creature of circumstance. fine tuned to assimilate the behaviorisms of others around them, because there was no tutor for the lamb. only them unto themselves.

the arrival of the other pittians did little to soothe their ailing nerves. the sudden presence of the immense sha karred the two somewhat. around the high rank, the left head could not displace the feeling of being monitored. like they had to be good around this figure of authority, lest punishment come.

but valkyr was kind, and mindful, and quill had made himself known as well. the direhound gave the two children a sense of ease and tingly warmth in their shared chests that they could not place.

it was no surprise, that with the deep rooted societal hindrances of their upbringing, moribund had more than enough their fair share of struggles in letting loose

the right head stared down at the pumpkin rolled towards them. it was plump, fat, and a stunning shade of orange. with control over the right side of their combined body, the child lifted a hoof and placed it upon the pumpkin, reminescent of a monarch crushing in the skull of a lowborn. it was a nigh conforting thought to the muted right child.

"how would you like me to crush it, mister quill?" the left head inquired, lips pursed in polite wonder. even with relative freedom at their disposal, the child only knew to do things to another's own pleasure and preference.