Life is strange and so wasn’t death. He had a vested interest in both how the world moved from one plain to the next it was a curiosity. Or perhaps the child too far too much after the parent he predominantly took after.

He had left his parents den before the sun rose that morning towards that vast expanse that never ended. Erebos liked it there when the sun rose it was like two lines were meeting he liked watching it though he had no idea what it was and today he found something more fascinating. A seagull, though he had no idea what the creature was, was flopping around helplessly on the beach wounded from encounter or another for sure and squawking loudly. Curiosity takes him over, ice-fire eyes moving towards the flailing creature that was disturbing the peace of the morning as well as not acting as all the other flying things do. The large dark child moves, large paws covering the the sandy beach slowly and a bit unsteadily. He is larger than the bird he walks towards and it is hardly happy with his choice in coming closer. He sees it then, the red droplets coming from its back and side. He doesn’t understand what is wrong with it, but something tells him it won’t live. It will join the other things that find themselves at his den’s entrance joining their quiet family for a time before being engulfed by their mother.

He didn’t quite eat meat yet; mostly Erebos still took from his mother and occasionally bits she regurgitated up for him in small ammounts, but otherwise he would see the things outside of his den, stare at them watch them understanding that they were living and now dead. Where did they go when they died. He wondered that, how does a thing die? Perhaps that was an answer he was going to figure out today.

He followed behind it; it screeched and cawed at him. He was a large boy, already bigger than it by a land slide, the tri-colored boy was determined too he followed it all along the beach and in time it seemed that it wasn’t capable of escaping his gasp anymore. Erebos stopped a foot away from the creature, standing in the sand the sound of waves crashing onto the beach and the sun now poking from the sky. He stared at it he didn’t touch it he just watched as its breast rose and fell rapidly its form dirty and slightly mangled and the crimson on the white of its feathers gritty with sand. He recognized this motion as a motion of life. He did it, his brothers did it and his mother did it, but the dead things left at the den were motionless. If he knew what pity was he might have felt it for the creature, but right now he only knew curiosity.

The thing didn’t even have the power to give another squawk at him as he pushed it with one dusty grey-brown rolling it slightly watching it give one feeble flap of a wing and finally he sat down next too it. Simply staring and watching as slowly the breathing slowed then there was one final gasp and the breast rose and fell no more. He felt something, but he didn’t know what and he couldn’t explain it but like wind brushed him when it happened leaving a chill down his spine that he liked. His tail gave a few waves, poking it again with his paw to be sure it was now one of those dead creatures that was put outside his den and joined them in where ever dead things went. It didn’t move but he didn’t mind, he simply rolled it over with a paw observing how loose and mallable the body was now compared to before. Death was strange and he liked it.