-----I bleach the sky and melt like grass.

Mastodon

Chryosynthe:
If Mastodon wasn�t the only thing around here to help me hunt, he would be better used as a meal himself. I hated him sometimes. Half of the succulent blood spilled so freshly, and yet wasted on the snow. He got a bigger half. I�d call this pouting, but my stomach made me selfish.
I finished my meal within seconds, which was not that impressive, seeing that it was a trait of a homeless, starved bum. I still wondered why we had listened to mother, and come this far out. A place of death and fire was by far more interesting.
Here, I starved. I waited for Mastodon to get a life. I hunted. I ate. And�then Id starve again.
We were supposed to be out here, looking for our grandfather. I had no idea what my grandfather looked like, and I don�t think I particularly gave a fuck.
I was swallowing the last hot piece of flesh when I heard the sound of snow mashing beneath the weight of paws. I growled.
I don�t like being bothered when I am eating. I was about to become unwelcoming.
There�s just times you shouldn�t approach me.

Mastodon:
I knew Chryosynthe would over react. I watched his top lip twitch, the saliva was still thick from the blood in his mouth, it drooled from the side of his lips like tree sap. What was the point when the meal was already digested? I watched, not really even mildly entertained. My eyes were drab of pleasure, and my mouth hung low and silent.
It was just a girl, she a hair younger than us. She was the color of dead leaves. I looked upon Chryosynthe from at a similar direction as she did, I stared at her tastelessly, my look alone would tell her I wasn�t here to threaten her, but I wasn�t here to socialize either. Chryosynthe seemed to take notice of my mood right away, I could tell he was annoyed but -- I couldn�t help it. There was no motion that interested me. Talking was useless. My stomach was satisfied. What the fuck else does this world want from me?

Chryosynthe:
He was in the way. God damnit Mastodon, do something � move out of the way, even. It was pointless, I snorted �slightly aggravated- and chose to indulge in her wish to meet us. Didn�t mommy tell you not to walk up to strangers? It was the only hello you were going to get from me.

Chryosynthe

2 years || Twins of League || No Home || Photo credit: Kevhyel.deviantart.com || manip by Waiki

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