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It took Anthemtalon's name being spoken a few times over for the lizard to actually recognize that he was being spoken to. His head remained tipped upwards, the rock still in his mouth. A quiet hiss, trying to swing his head back in one last attempt to get the rock down and failing. A small garble, head lowering, the rock finally being released from the maw of a hungry lizard. Tongue flicked, eyes blinked, looking at the gathering that his attempt of eating a rock (and the slush and earth his tail and new elemental abilities) had created. "Hi," he greeted, a talon resting over the rock that was covered in komodo monitor slobber.
"Eating," was the simplistic answer that he gave with the many questions of what, exactly, he was doing with the rock. He hadn't exactly realized the mess that he'd made with the movements of his tail, not as much as a glance given to the hole that had been made despite the fact his tail was hanging in such. "Tastes good," Anthemtalon then insisted, tongue flicking after he spoke. What kind of flavor could a rock have to be of such interest to a simple lizard? Salt, something of the like, something that typically wouldn't be tasted in carrion.
"Smelled food. Is food." Garbled words, him tipping his head and trying to shove the rock back into his mouth to continue. Easy an excuse it was for the lizard (if it could even be considered one) to say that the rock smelled like what he typically ate, and therefore was fine to eat. Equally it was simple minded, which was quite a large chunk of Anthemtalon's mental processes. The comment of it sounding horrid, and not being able to eat it seemed to click in some extent, with the lizard not swinging his head around as much and instead settled for just chewing on the rock instead of trying to swallow it down.
"Eating," was the simplistic answer that he gave with the many questions of what, exactly, he was doing with the rock. He hadn't exactly realized the mess that he'd made with the movements of his tail, not as much as a glance given to the hole that had been made despite the fact his tail was hanging in such. "Tastes good," Anthemtalon then insisted, tongue flicking after he spoke. What kind of flavor could a rock have to be of such interest to a simple lizard? Salt, something of the like, something that typically wouldn't be tasted in carrion.
"Smelled food. Is food." Garbled words, him tipping his head and trying to shove the rock back into his mouth to continue. Easy an excuse it was for the lizard (if it could even be considered one) to say that the rock smelled like what he typically ate, and therefore was fine to eat. Equally it was simple minded, which was quite a large chunk of Anthemtalon's mental processes. The comment of it sounding horrid, and not being able to eat it seemed to click in some extent, with the lizard not swinging his head around as much and instead settled for just chewing on the rock instead of trying to swallow it down.
ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags
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