inspiration desperation ._. grave robbing

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Inferno's insult genuinely went over Anthemtalon's head. Vulgar language and insults didn't exactly click in his head, as most things didn't. Rotten meat still held tightly in his jaws, his head turned to the female. Head tipped back to gulp down the flesh, taking a few moments to swallow it down. "Hungry," he answered after a long moment of thought. So very, very hungry. Slow was the movement of his tail behind him, digging at another impromptu grave. How many carcasses had he practically inhaled by now? The thane sure wasn't keeping track. "Fresh not taste as good," Anthemtalon then added in, his claws digging into the current carcass he was feasting on.

Before he could take another mouthful, his attention was snagged by the new leader of the group. A grumble of greeting, the large lizard's head turning to face Romulus. He couldn't exactly differentiate between the dead that had been his peers, and the dead that had been the enemy. Short memory, or just the way that he thought that once life left the body, it was fair game. Who knew. "Tasty. Rot taste good. Waste not. Try some," the lizard rumbled, jaws snapping and tearing at carrion and pulling it over for the kingpin to try.

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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