Language of the Dead and Dying // joiner

[Hodari Akenzua]

HODARI AKENZUA - male - komodo dragon - plot - bio

Hodari, in truth, could care less about borders or groups, or even wars within the borders within a group. But when it came to location, The Pitt had the best spot for reptiles. Of his kind, anyway. Perfect jungle mist that blew in from the north, to wispy sand dunes that harassed his hardened skin. This was the place, oh ho ho this was it.

Unfurling a dark brown tongue, Hodari tasted the air for that pungent stench of animal spray and turned his head to the side to get a better view of the odd stakes that sat dormant within the mud. Definitely a border if he had ever seen one. Hodari let out a large yawn before making his lumbered way to the border, plopped himself down and waited patiently for someone to show up. "I hope this place has food," the reptile said aloud. "Im starving."

ooc: low muse, sorry.

[bonnie]

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At first glance Bonnie had thought the creature on The Pitts border was just another crocodile and she veered away from its path. One second inspection though she smelled that this reptile was not from their river. No, he had to have come through the desert. Must be a newcomer. With that the she-wolf course-corrected making her way to the line of bleach white bones that made their border.
"Hello, this is the border of The Pitt. Do you have business here?" the canines voice was high and clear. Emotions not apparent from her appearance. Bonnie wasn't the best of them to be doing border patrols, she was indeed one of the weakest among them. Nonetheless she liked to help out. Make herself useful in the ways she could.
Now she found that the reptile on the border was not in fact a crocodile. No, it was something she'd never seen before. A giant lizard. Bonnie wondered if he was one-of-a-kind or a member of a larger species. Perhaps she'd ask if he was amenable.

[VALE]

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graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ 3-eyed crow

The three-eyed crow circled the komodo dragon and canine. After ve landed on a bleached bone, ve cawed and shifted vis wings. A crooked feather dislodged from a wing and lazily drifted down to the sands.

“Depends on your taste, stranger. We’re not known for candy or bread.” Vale’s head tilted to the right, and a baleful red eye watched the komodo dragon. “Of course, we don’t give charity.”

Given the stranger’s size (and the general omnivore diet of lizards), Vale leaned forward and half-anticipated needing to breathe fire. ‘Course it was more likely this was a joiner or a loner who’d turn tail and run at all the blood, but Vale wasn’t going to sleep on the possibility the hungry lizard would try to eat Bonnie.

YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
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