Dirty Little Alibis Playing on Repeat - Saturn's Funeral

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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Vague is the notion of grief within Anthemtalon's mind. He doesn't understand funerals in the full extent; he doesn't understand why they are burying someone that was a friend, when it was a perfectly good source of food. Regardless, he'd already gotten whacked on the snout during an NPC's funeral, and the komodo monitor tended to be quick when realizing what was considered acceptable (after likely already doing the unacceptable prior).

He quite liked Saturn. They'd done mud wallowing together, and Anthem couldn't recall the other scolding him or being angry at him all that often; not that the lizard really minded those things, for it was hard to hurt the feelings of the lizard that barely had any to begin with. He shuffled over, looking at the flowers from where he kept a fair distance away. Not sure what exactly to do during the funeral proceedings, the komodo monitor laid down as he watched and waited.

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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