without a compass, the soldier knows no disgrace -- joining

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

a cacophony of voices in conflict across the sands,

Tall, thin ridged ears flickered

A heavy tread uncaring for stealth this morning changed its step, away from further deep and more toward where the talk came from

A low gurgling growl as it made its way through the jungle that had gone silent and still at his appearance.

It was perhaps another few minutes before the creature the voices had drawn out emerged from the foliage to cross sand towards them, steadily growing in size as it got closer and closer until upon reaching the group it fairly towered over the assembled lot,

Three it knew, it’s fellow faces in this mass grave,

One it did not,

the grotesque figure’s jaws parted in what would have been a sigh and it’s neck almost fairly shivered through a series of cracks as the masses of bones and flesh moved in tandem - somehow the thing watched the newcomer,

Prideful thing,

They all were really, it’s fellows at least had confidence of a home territory bred into them - this one wished to impress, why else travel so far

It’s words were amusing to it though,

A sudden hideous choking coughing noise - and you’d be forgiven if it took you awhile to realise Silent was chuckling of all things, before it’s jaws parted enough to speak

”one should beware what rocks it chooses to break itself upon”

It did not think they could accept joiners without having done this Imbada yet, but alas at least it kept its amusement from dying just yet

[ooc: yo welcome! Don’t mind Silent he’s awful]

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