FIGHT OR FLIGHT // new body

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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Happy to, for once, have something be in agreement with him warranted a happy garble from Anthem. The warmth was such a nice thing as it brought energy to him. Warmth meant speeding up his metabolism, though; the cold meant that he could go for quite a lot longer without eating. Unhealthily, though, so he did his best to move and stay warm and keep eating as he saw fit. Hopefully he'd be able to help with such a thing, considering he'd hatched a reptile and didn't seem to be something changing any time soon. He had three years of living like this under his metaphorical belt.

"Cold pulls thoughts," Anthemtalon decided to throw in. They were talking about the cold, right? And how it wasn't pleasant for those of the reptile kind? He figured there was a bit of a difference between him and the other because of the feathers, but similar enough for his simple mind to forge a comparison. "Pulls. Slows everything. If need warmth, can show warm spots found. Mhm." Almost a coherent sentence? Anthem himself seemed surprised at that, tongue flicking as he laid his head down against the ground. "Help offer."

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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