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Anthemtalon, frankly, hadn’t ever gotten into a fight before. He was more than happy to waddle his sluggish body on away from conflict than try and use his claws and size for anything other than having the strength to rip food off a meal. He probably could throw his weight around in a fight, but having the energy to do that? Just thinking about it was rather tiring, and it easily was dropped from conscious thought.
A grunt came when Anthem was touched, batted, and slowly his head swung around while dropping the food he had been lugging around. Territory. His tongue flickered out for a moment, trying to figure out if he had or hadn’t crossed over that borders line yet. Probably. Or he was close enough for it to be considered in the territory. Territories, so odd, which was why he never bothered to make or uphold one. All that work? It sounded utterly exhausting; yet again, nearly everything did to him.
“Anthemtalon,” was the sluggish, slow reply that sounded like it took all his small brain’s power (and then some) just so say his name. Tongue flickering again, head swinging around to see a smaller creature toddling over. Able to speak as well, and speaking things usually weren’t food. He’d never been hungry enough to eat something that spoke to him; and that was why he was lugging food around, anyways, because hunting a brand new meal would be way more tiring than carrying this meal around. If he was to be annoyed at being deemed nothing more than a mindless lizard by a child’s words, there was not a hint of malice or a change of his stature other than lifting his head up a little to look at whom he was speaking to. “Or Anthem,” the Komodo monitor then added after a lengthy pause.
Finally he sluggishly turned his head away from the one that had batted his scales, not seeming too offended at the clawless attack, to instead look at the other creature. “Small-tiny,” Anthemtalon then grumbled, and tried to recall when he’d been that small. Couldn’t have been too long ago, considering that he was still pretty young. Why was this one so small? Anthem’s jaw settled and a claw scooted the carrion he’d been carrying forward. “Food yes grow.” An attempt at an inquisitive tone was made, but not exactly able to be managed. “Territory group life try, mhm.” Another nudge of the rancid food forward, and Anthem’s tail lethargically swung behind him in an aimless fashion.
A grunt came when Anthem was touched, batted, and slowly his head swung around while dropping the food he had been lugging around. Territory. His tongue flickered out for a moment, trying to figure out if he had or hadn’t crossed over that borders line yet. Probably. Or he was close enough for it to be considered in the territory. Territories, so odd, which was why he never bothered to make or uphold one. All that work? It sounded utterly exhausting; yet again, nearly everything did to him.
“Anthemtalon,” was the sluggish, slow reply that sounded like it took all his small brain’s power (and then some) just so say his name. Tongue flickering again, head swinging around to see a smaller creature toddling over. Able to speak as well, and speaking things usually weren’t food. He’d never been hungry enough to eat something that spoke to him; and that was why he was lugging food around, anyways, because hunting a brand new meal would be way more tiring than carrying this meal around. If he was to be annoyed at being deemed nothing more than a mindless lizard by a child’s words, there was not a hint of malice or a change of his stature other than lifting his head up a little to look at whom he was speaking to. “Or Anthem,” the Komodo monitor then added after a lengthy pause.
Finally he sluggishly turned his head away from the one that had batted his scales, not seeming too offended at the clawless attack, to instead look at the other creature. “Small-tiny,” Anthemtalon then grumbled, and tried to recall when he’d been that small. Couldn’t have been too long ago, considering that he was still pretty young. Why was this one so small? Anthem’s jaw settled and a claw scooted the carrion he’d been carrying forward. “Food yes grow.” An attempt at an inquisitive tone was made, but not exactly able to be managed. “Territory group life try, mhm.” Another nudge of the rancid food forward, and Anthem’s tail lethargically swung behind him in an aimless fashion.
ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags
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