He’d met a different kin and this one liked to collect bones. Which was honestly quite disgusting but he could appreciate the effort to have an interesting hobby.
Pretty stones, he had decided, was a fun thing to collect. They could be fancy and smooth, or jagged and rough. And he could leave them in a nice pile that nobody was going to steal.
Or so he had thought.
Incinerate had found his barely formed collection and one particularly nice grey rock was now in the brute’s mouth, being pushed around by a gross tongue and liberally coated in saliva. The bigger buck held eye contact as he violated that poor defenseless stone and Dragonheart hissed, tail curled unhappily.
Finally Incinerate spat it out onto the ground between them, with a big wet ‘BLAGHT’.
“So,” he said, rolling his shoulders back to show off his muscles, “this is what you’ve been wasting your time with.”
Dragonheart didn’t reply. He stared at the stone. It had been so nice.
(@Jun i'm sorry???)
