ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴇ ʙᴜʀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ―ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ/ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[Luciferr]

prey being scarce was common enough place that going hungry was less of a worry to keep one up at night and more a constant companion when food wasn’t found.

Corvannis didn’t let it mind him - he only fuelled that urge into finding what scarce prey there might be for he and his even if Chesha was content to lay back as was the swordbearer’s due, Corvannis was not - was rather incapable of inactivity for too long really, the blue banked ember pulse in his veins didn’t allow it

Idleness didn’t suit War,

Fluorescent blue eyes wandered the landscape where the noise had dropped, before finding the corpses in the sparse trees, ones curiously - aside from the killing wounds - lacking in bites from a hungry maw, hm, curious - brows raising, the mutant stepped closer breathing in the scents on the wind

Food was food and the scavengers wouldn’t get these bodies when the cult needed them more - glancing around the elder brother huffed a sardonic laugh a shirt gruff ”well thanks for the free meal” to the air before he went about picking them up ready to bring back to the caves eyes still glancing around for the mysterious perpetrator that might still be nearby or on approach.

At least his usual wanderings had found results today.