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

tw: still for squeamishness

to say the lack of bloodshed had left him craving was putting it mildly, perhaps why he had savaged the once breathing corpse so,

Or perhaps Silent did not care for mercies to either his food or his audience.

No matter to the creature, as it’s long fleshless tailbone lazily swiped through the sand behind it, another curiosity in that it looked more like the bones of a tail held by long extinct theropod dinosaurs - but then, the entirety of Silent was a horror of corpses mashed to create the thing that now roamed the pittlands

Thin ridged ears flickered at the voice and a sharp staccato crack echoed as the spine along its neck drew back from flesh abruptly, gore still warm and steaming from the fresh carcass congealing and dripping from both jaws as the head turned sidelong to ‘view’ the speaker.

Eyeless pits somehow seemed assessing before the taller - somewhat canine - shifted its weight to turn sidelong - the ribs-mouth of it’s chest still gaping as the tentacles spilled from its ‘mouth’ and continued consuming,

It looked over the other - infested as they were - with what might be mild curiosity - not at all put off by parasites that squirmed along the Pittian’s Coat,

Silent himself was not host to parasites, mostly because he was a parasite, though far from any kinship with the ones in this ones fur,

That and any parasite that had tried quickly found itself prey to Silent’s inherent malicious make up,

The moments seem to stretch, Then the dual jaws ground together what remained in its mouths before the upper most gaped wide in shadow to reveal rows upon rows of teeth and at its throat, another mouth that moved as it responded

“a fresh corpse for the open earth” spoke the deep rumble of the chorus, Which seemed to be its agreement - no doubt the open earth meant the Pitt in some non sequitur.

The thing’s head tilted, the smaller tendrils wreathing its shoulders and legs wavered idly, the creature searching for a moment in the silence, punctuated only by sickening sounds as the tentacles continued to pull meat to the maw

”Silent is the grave”, a name given, if in an entirely nonsensical way.

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

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