FLAME / leaving & gifts

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This is not your grave,
but you are welcome in it

unfortunate then, that the first being to find him was one he did not know.

Nor one that was likely a welcome sight, though Silent rarely was to most

And decidedly the last sight to quite a few indeed.

What looked like perhaps a ragged collection of skins or carcasses of food shifted in the shadows of the area that the cub had stepped into with his gifts and A series of disconcerting cracks and snaps as the decidedly not carcass pile moved and unfolded from its tightly curled position - limbs lengthening outwards with sharp clicks, the tendrils about the thing waving idly as it ambled into an upwards sitting position.

Silent’s neck cracked as the bulging spine swung its head around to the cub he’d never met and the maw gaped open,

cubs bearing gifts? was the mild tone of curiosity as the minds calculated behind the eyeless pits.

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TAGS - ??? [9FT MYTH] - PITT - ART IS MINE

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