LOW THRUMMING BEAT IN THE DARK | Joining

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This is not your grave,
but you are welcome in it

The pace of the behemoth slows to not outmatch the burgundy shadow they have gained and long known watching them - less of courtesy more simply that it is practical and prudent to match pace so that words are easier to exchange.

There is a brief feeling of satisfaction at not being attacked outright, fights are so bothersome when he had not come to seek one.

There is no clear sign as they continue, but perhaps the jaguar might feel a sudden intensity to know the beast was indeed now watching him for all it lacked the eyes to tell - the intruder remained silent for a brief few moments, assessing perhaps before the head of the thing (for all that it looked like someone had violently rammed two heads together and arranged them into one) turned to the jaguar.

The top maw gasped open, revealing rows upon rows of teeth and barely glimpsed in the shadows under the trees where the hole of the throat should be was something akin to a secondary mouth, teeth grinding as a voice deep and somber spoke

“I name myself Silentgrave, stranger” a rasp as it seemed to ponder “though I lack a grave to house me” some flicker of dark amusement at the wording choice, the creature now named Silentgrave rumbled, a low gurgling

“I came to seek one here”

As much an admission of intent to join as one could perhaps gain from the oddity - a grave to call home after it was routed from its last, bothersome as the ousting had been, it was past now and the culprits were, gone, to say politely.

The jaws of Silent clacked closed before they spoke “if allowed” it amended to its prior statement, slowing as they neared closer in.

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TAGS - ??? [9FT MYTH] - PITT - ART IS MINE

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