IN THE EYES OF TOMORROW // Arvid Funeral

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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He doesn't quite understand funerals. If anything, he doesn't get why he was shooed away from the carcass that was clearly okay to eat, perfectly fine in a multitude of ways. That had been the carcass of an unfamiliar face, another funeral that had happened previously. The komodo monitor would have considered Arvid a friend, a companion, if there was room in his sluggish head to comprehend such concepts.

Regardless, Anthemtalon sauntered on over. The smell of death, turned over earth, it conflicted with the sentient thoughts that swam faintly in his head. Tongue flicked and brought in more of the enticing smell, but he decided that he was better off eating things that didn't happen to be his friends; unless it was unable to be helped, because if he had to choose between survival and morals the simplistic Anthemtalon was going to certainly choose the former regardless of what his peers thought. The lizard settled silently a decent distance away (enough to where it couldn't be mistaken as him trying to take a bite out of the deceased pup but close enough to show that he vaguely understood what was going on), resting his head on the back of a scaly paw.

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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