May 13 2015, 03:29 PM
Bravo didn't even attempt to hide the scowl of disgust that flashed onto his face when the bird demonstrated the fearsome cracking of a bone. Even wrestled back a gag when he started to pick at the dark, decaying goo that resided inside the skeleton fragment. Pushing it away, being careful not to fling it too hard because even he wasn't feeling THAT disrespectful, Bravo shook his head. "I said nah," he retorted, eyes getting dry from the staring, then blinked slowly. He was quite okay with his diet of random garbage, such as miscellaneous mushrooms, berries, some little fish he caught in the stream... Long dead meat, just nah.
Teetering up onto his hind legs once again and falling back into the familiar way he preferred to sit, Bravo scratched at his belly, deep in thought. Aza'zel wanted to know what his plans for with the bones. The raccoon really wanted a castle, a massive den made from them. But he doubted his new friend would comply, maybe later he would propose on expanding his manor. "It's too open in here. I wanna build a thing to hide in," he explained, pointing to the bones. "They're gonna be the walls. Wouldn't it be cool to have a fort!"
He cackled a little too maniacally, having a fort and being in a club would be spectacular. His mind was flying through the possibilities this group could pose for him. A smoldering of light collected from his "third eye" and it glowed a deep turquoise color casting an array of shifting light onto the cave's floor and across the piled bones. "Consider me in!" his mind spoke clear, mouth unmoving, but aloud all around the two children. As his stone began to dim, he winked at Aza'zel and smirked like mad.
Teetering up onto his hind legs once again and falling back into the familiar way he preferred to sit, Bravo scratched at his belly, deep in thought. Aza'zel wanted to know what his plans for with the bones. The raccoon really wanted a castle, a massive den made from them. But he doubted his new friend would comply, maybe later he would propose on expanding his manor. "It's too open in here. I wanna build a thing to hide in," he explained, pointing to the bones. "They're gonna be the walls. Wouldn't it be cool to have a fort!"
He cackled a little too maniacally, having a fort and being in a club would be spectacular. His mind was flying through the possibilities this group could pose for him. A smoldering of light collected from his "third eye" and it glowed a deep turquoise color casting an array of shifting light onto the cave's floor and across the piled bones. "Consider me in!" his mind spoke clear, mouth unmoving, but aloud all around the two children. As his stone began to dim, he winked at Aza'zel and smirked like mad.