Rear-view mirror - Death

[AXXO.]

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AXXO'VIINTOCH

INFORMATION PLOT ROLEPLAYER MISC.

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Not even five days of being here and there was a body.

Admittedly, while Axxo had been drawn here by the smell of death, it hadn't first been at the thought of a member of the clan having died. They couldn't pick up the nuances of smells such as that of one individual to another, or the difference of prey blood versus Tangler blood. Their singular nostril, flaring with deep inhales, only knew the sickly sweet smell of rot and eye-watering richness of the fruits and berries. It was only the potent matters the alien knew.

Thus, to arrive upon a crowd huddled about two bodies - with one already being lifted to someplace else - came as a bit of a surprise. It didn't look like a party, everyone celebrating having taken down a large beast. Every face their many eyes landed upon held sorrow, context clues that someone they cared about had been taken too early.

The creature paused a few yards from the scene, front paws pinned against each other's sides, ears perked, tail raised. Their long neck, once extended upwards for a better view, curled back as their tail began to lower against their rear. Axxo almost felt bad due to their previous expectations, but it wasn't like they had known. They knew death was inevitable, and their weak body was one who was often left to lap up the scraps. Thus, this case of mourning was foreign, if not outright strange to them. They couldn't wrap their mind around the grief.

This situation had not a place for them; thus, as soon as they had arrived, they turned tail and shuffled back into the bog.

━ [b]I WANNA CRUMBLE, TUMBLE LIKE A LANDSLIDE. ━