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Sick is something Anthemtalon can understand, if only barely. A flicker of something in his mind, something he should recall but is unable to. Something important. Does he not make his prey sick before they die? A slow death, one that he does not have to be present for? Had he ever been sick before? Unable to recall any of it, frozen over and locked away somewhere in the simplistic lizard's head. The initial explanation given by Arvid is met with a glassy eyed look, one that clearly demonstrated that none of the talk of digestive systems and rot were clicking in his head. "Are same. Speak, breathe, walk. Same. Small, not prey. Eat grow big. Mhm." Tongue flickered, talons hooking the carcass and pulled it closer. "Already ate fill. Share. Helping." The lizard would insist, tugging at rotten flesh with his claws.
Disgusting? A complex word, one that took a couple seconds to properly settle in Anthemtalon's head. "Tasty," the komodo monitor persisted. It smelled great, and tasted even better to him. But... if it would make his peers sick? Sick wasn't good, he knew that much. The exact reasoning for why was lost to him, and the lizard made a garbled noise as if that would happen to properly demonstrate that he was, for once, trying to think. "What not same between this that?" His tail flicked over to the pile of acceptable food. What was different between his catch, and the ones others brought in?
The species, his mind settled on. It was probably the species. A flicker of tongue and his expression eased again, no longer struggling with mental gymnastics. "More me. Mhm. Bring tastier next time. Ate fill already. Where keep? For later?" The lizard then asked, tugging his talons free of the goat's rotten fur and flesh. The complex words that Angelembrace had directed towards the other adult present went over his head, and so he decided to settle on the words that he did know, did comprehend, and were meant for him.
Disgusting? A complex word, one that took a couple seconds to properly settle in Anthemtalon's head. "Tasty," the komodo monitor persisted. It smelled great, and tasted even better to him. But... if it would make his peers sick? Sick wasn't good, he knew that much. The exact reasoning for why was lost to him, and the lizard made a garbled noise as if that would happen to properly demonstrate that he was, for once, trying to think. "What not same between this that?" His tail flicked over to the pile of acceptable food. What was different between his catch, and the ones others brought in?
The species, his mind settled on. It was probably the species. A flicker of tongue and his expression eased again, no longer struggling with mental gymnastics. "More me. Mhm. Bring tastier next time. Ate fill already. Where keep? For later?" The lizard then asked, tugging his talons free of the goat's rotten fur and flesh. The complex words that Angelembrace had directed towards the other adult present went over his head, and so he decided to settle on the words that he did know, did comprehend, and were meant for him.
ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags
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