each moment holding its breath ._. joiner

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Unlike Aphra, and perhaps unlike Ruven, Angel was more than fascinated with the large reptile that stumbled upon the lands they called home. He wrinkled his nose a little at the scent of carrion, yes, but that was mostly just instinctual. He had never seen such a creature, or one that feasted upon what was long dead either.

Drawn over by the scent of decayed flesh and the voices of his group mates, Angelembrace approached with widened eyes and an expression of intrigue. ”Anthemtalon....that sounds so tough! What’s meat like when it’s not, well, fresh? Is it good?” The cub squeaked, perhaps asking too many questions right off the bat, but he didn’t mind the time it took for the lizard to answer. He could wait all day for the words to be strung together. ”Sorry, my name’s Angelembrace, or....Angel, if that’s too long.”