FATHOMLESS | returning haul, open

[Luciferr]

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The trek back across the wastelands towards their caves of home was much less punishing when one had managed a fully good meal - his tongue still licked at the edges of his teeth and mandibles for teh stray bits of flesh and blood specks from the elysite.

Almost disappointing how easy it had been - but the food was good caliber, he’d be going back for more most likely, they were a large group after all - a veritable buffet of strangers to feast upon.

He yawned wide - he’d neglected sleep but well there was always time in the day to catch up on that, night was when he was so much more alive anyway.

Carrying his trophies, the leopard entered the caverns, carefully picking his way back towards where the group congregated and where the caverns strayed off into all the different tunnels of each rank and file.

Taking a turn towards where his - and currently only his - quarters lay, the ranked Ogre set down the bundled skinned fur and bones, content to lay them out and begin work on the items, perhaps an engraving for the skull - too small for him to wear - but well they were lacking in decoration to gaze at in this room.

The fur would be good bedding, still spotted with blood as it was, the teeth and claws - hm, so many possibilities.

[pallid-i]

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"You've been busy, o'war."

The amur leopard slid into the Ogres den and stared at his brother with a neutral gaze. Upon seeing the blood and the many trinkets his sibling had brought, it didn't take long to put two and two together. Cheshā was not displeased with the fact Corvannis had gone out and gotten someone, no. If anything he was a little proud. Still, he hoped nobody came to bother them because they weren't quite done setting everything up yet.

[Luciferr]

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Ears flickered behind him as Chesha made himself known and Corvannis inclined his head, setting things down in their places with a flicker of his tail in contentment - it and done him an immeasurable amount of good to feel blood on his paws again.

He nodded to his brother with a content hum ”you know I can’t stay idle forever” and a rare smile on that snarling mandibled maw - he knew Chesha was largely much the same, but they had to set things in order before they could make moves,

At least he could still allow for his little excursions.

Still he stretched, plated form sinuous with the movement before those three blue pairs of eyes turned back to his brother ”and what of you dear brother king? What plans do you have in the workshop?” Corvannis himself wanted to test the mettle of these other clans eventually - for now he’d taken to the Elysium first, he didn’t abide the weakness of pacifism, such a stagnant state of life.

[pallid-i]

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He lifted a paw and stared at his claws, making sure they were clean and sharp. "A party. Maybe a meeting sometime soon. Trying to make a couple of friends too, you know." He rumbled before shaking his head with a low chuckle. "Things have been a little too calm for my liking, brother." Cheshā only had himself to blame for his boredom, but that didn't mean he couldn't complain. Maybe he'd enjoy Corv in one of his little fun.. activities, one day.