Feb 27 2021, 01:56 PM
gore
---
Talys was sitting on one of the shorter rock cliffs, his legs dangling perhaps three or four feet off the ground and his tail laying behind him. He was working on skinning a Windhopper he'd caught in a simple snare earlier, trying to preserve the pelt as best he could in the meantime. He was trying to figure out how to tan hides. He'd had several failed attempts thus far, all of them starting to rot, but he had a feeling he was getting closer. Mostly, he just needed to figure out some kind of preservative for the skin itself -- an oil of some kind that would make it stop decaying. Animal fat hadn't worked very well, but he imagined that he was on the right track.
He had already gutted the poor thing, mostly because he didn't care for the viscera at the best of times and didn't want it stinking up his workspace. As it were, Talys was able to eat raw meat (though it wasn't exactly pleasant) and didn't feel like getting up to stoke a fire, so he broke off a leg and took a bite out of it. He wiped the blood off on the back of his hand and continued to work at the pelt -- there was a delicate balance to strike between removing all the muscle from the skin and cutting it.
Despite all the time that had passed since he last saw his brother, he was wearing the same dirty cloth, and had the basalt dangling from a grass cord around his neck. Certainly, despite being nearly as tall as Selenite now and bearing a spiked cluster of diamond on his cheek, he was recognizable.
@v-selenite-one