I COME WITH KNIVES / open, cannibalism

[Nayru]

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This was rare for Nayru, being out of her house and all. Unintentionally, she had withdrawn herself completely from society, so engrossed with her budding magic and the ever needy Chad. In her mind, there was no time for anything but her alligator and her grimoire, brief exceptions made only for injured clanmates. Unfortunately for the sawbone though, she had woken with a particularly bad crick in her neck, one that demanded she take a walk to try to alleviate some of the tension.

With Chad upon her head, she neared the group not because of the smell of blood but because of Iota’s presence. More and more, she had found herself drawn to her friend like a moth was to a flame. It was weird, she knew, but ever oblivious, she didn’t understand what actually was happening. She did shy away from her as she spoke about death, her cerulean gaze finally falling ionic Malphas and the the rogue’s corpse. Oh.

Feeling uncomfortable now, she looked away, pale paws shuffling anxiously against the ground. [b][color=#6b7e99]”There can be some... uh... adverse health conditions associated with... uh... eating things that aren’t exactly fresh.” It was all see could manage to say, sick to her stomach now and wishing that she hasn’t left her house in the first place. Stupid neck crick.