my turn now // o, sacrifice

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Fragglerock was an herbivore, through and through. He had never thought about killing another creature, and whenever someone mentioned eating one, he found himself recoiling. It wasn't that he had anything against carnivores, or omnivores. He simply didn't have the tools for eating meat, nor did he really have hunting skills. He supposed he was perfectly capable of hunting very small things, if he needed to, but... he didn't. Perhaps he would try at some point if prey was scarce, but seeing as everyone else around The Golden Eye seemed to be quite the capable hunter, and most of them hunted for themselves, he felt that it wasn't really needed.

Additionally, Fraggle wasn't really religious, either. Once again, he had nothing against religion, he just hadn't really found anything that resonated with him, yet. Perhaps his family had believed in something, but... there was really no way for him to know, at this point. As a result of this, the young rabbit found himself vaguely confused when he came across Damion that day. It wasn't a surprise that the other had hunted and was eating something, but the words he was saying sounded foreign and odd to Frag's young, feathered ears. After a moment of hesitation – unsure if he wanted to interrupt the other's meal or not – the boy eventually hopped over. Coming to a stop nearby, he questioned lightly, "Hello, Damion... what was that thing you were saying a minute ago? It didn't sound like any language I know." The concept of prayer was still an unknown to the youngling. Technically Cleo had prayed to her own god when she had done her sacrifice, but he hadn't exactly been in the state of mind to realize what she was doing. Instead, he had just been horrified.

[glow=#4c2c1c,2,300]YOU CAN WRAP MY BRAIN IN PLASTIC[/glow]