cunning edge, but classic ._. mud wallowing

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Should he feel weird about people showing up to his attempt at bathing? Probably not, considering it was mud, and he was a fairly dumb lizard. He stopped when Saturn had plopped into the mud alongside him, grinning and giving a happy garble with a flick of his tail to share some of the mud with his fellow wallower. It definitely felt nice on his scales, and did the job of pulling off the dust and grime. Although scrubbing would probably be more efficient, by no means was Anthemtalon about to ask anyone about that sort of thing (or even think about it, probably).

The komodo monitor's head rose from the mud just in time to watch Aphra, covered in mud thrown by his peers, running off. Tongue flicked, settling into the mud further. Squelching between his talons, tail slugging behind him through the mud. Were they throwing the mud? At least they were enjoying it (or so Anthemtalon presumed), which warranted a grin. Obviously that meant those present wanted to join in the wallowing, right, if they were throwing it around? "Mud," came a garble filled with absolute delight as Anthemtalon's tail raised. Then, slamming into the mud, the earth elemental abilities he possessed sending mud flying once his tail contacted the slushy mess of earth and snow.

He raised his head up after, still smiling. "Mud happy," the muddy lizard grumbled, scooping up some mud between his talons and pressed the side of his face into it. "Joining?" Anthemtalon then asked with a flick of his tongue and his head raising up, dribbling down the messy mix of mud. "Clean, mud clean, made self."

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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