CARNIVORE | open

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the sound of snapping bones, flesh rending and grinding bone against bone. it was a sound that was similar, but oh so forging in that the din it caused. it verberated in the air with a sense not of dread but along the line, more a lesser form of apprehension. it cut through the silence of the outskirts of the jungle, near enough the border to cause a pause in the kodkod, but ultimately curiosity won out.

the kodkod knew there was a feast, but one of such grotesque nature was a sight to behold. watching the elder-thing that stunk of death and held such an sense of death contort itself to rend into the soft flesh of a meal. something the small feline had taken for granted in his easily crunch able game. crunching through the ribs and simply spitting them out for the much more favorable meat.

the tailend of the discussion was enough to que the newcomer into the three. and though he knew the name of none, he still settled along the group like he were one of them, for all intense and purposes he was. just new. watching dirt was like watching something particularly grewsome, maggots and botflies, honestly the kodkod preferred the open feasting one's smell in comparison. the stench of dirt was well... dirt if the knew the jaguars thoughts, they would find a quick kinship in the fae, but as it were, the smallest of the gathering was well at hiding thier displeasure, and thier composure in wake of such unsavory things.

"mercy is outlined by what isn't" the creature said in a way that spoke of some form of wisdom. jack knew cruelty only by the flip of it, it was merciful to be allowed to join, merciful to be allowed to live and breathe ( even if that were with him and his siblings fighting for every right, and will to do so, as everyone were to- made to do ), "there is nothing unlawful in enjoying a meal."