IT'S BIGGER THAN US - Printable Version

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Kerberos nodded with one-third of his attentive heads, but stood stupidified in place for a while longer as his mother loped off to go talk to the bones. The bones. For some reason, it sent a lurch in his stomach.

Better not worry about it, was the conclusion most of his brain matter came up with. "Won't be a problem, small guy," his left mouth replied to Imp while the others seemed a bit distracted. The rest of him seemed to shake off the stupor as the dragonbat clamored up his foreleg, reaching down with one nose to help give the blind gembound a boost. "Maybe some beetles, somewhere. Probably hiding under big bones," he thought aloud, giving a derisive snort at what a terrible hiding space 'under some bones' would be. Worth looking, all the same. "Rats are always plenty, though."

The question Imp posed was met with a heartbeat of silent consideration as the cerberos started to trot toward Imp's new, temporary home. "Giggle reads the bones," he commented pensively, "and they tell her things, based on how they fall or... or Magic, sometimes. Magic that can see the past and the future..." His tone turned a bit conversational, though for the most part he was vague in his rambling explanation. "It's been a while. But the bones don't lie. Dead things can't lie, I think." It made enough sense, right?

And in other news, Giggle gave them a very specific instruction that, belatedly, was starting to bother the big guy. Find Aure. "Eythan?" The hound barked, shortly, heads swinging toward the vulture-hybrid. There was something he was forgetting, something his memories struggled to put together. Things had certainly changed, but there were-- well... It was like walking in a dream, where the details were easy and familiar but slightly wrong.

"Who's... uh... Aauuree?"

Mind your fucking language, Giggle. Eythan shot her a glare that said as much, but broke out into a brief, whistling laugh. He settled and nodded, "aye-aye, chief." And then there were three.

The gryphon's ears swiveled back towards Imp, an almost embarrassed expression on his face. It was mostly from being caught out on gossiping right in front of the hybrid. Well, maybe not gossiping so much, but definitely talking about him. At least Imp didn't seem too upset by having to regale them with his reasoning for not retreating. For one, there wasn't anything else physically wrong with him, except for maybe the fucked-up tail (and that looked painful.) "I've been in a few times - uh, I got my skin punched off by a golem once in Cetus," Eythan offered, like it was a piece of damn solidarity, "but that's definitely not the same as... um..."

That was that. No need to be rude and keep talking about the lack of eyes, right?

Anyways. "Yeah, rats are pretty easy to find," Eythan chirped, dismissing his prior comments. Canis definitely had flies and stuff gnawing on the newer bones, but nothing that could be caught easily - or, uh, fruit. The gryphon trailed after the big lug, somewhat at his side (but not so much that he had to run to keep up with those long legs.) He did not pretend to understand how bone-reading worked, but dead people not lying made plenty of sense, right?

Kerberos turned to look at Eythan, and suddenly he felt like he was definitely on the spot. "He's Giggle's kid and my brother, but - oh - um, it's not my place to tell you that kinda thing," his tail flicked, wings adjusting tensely at his sides. "Can it... uh, can it wait until after we get... Imp, here, settled down?"

The gryphon totally wasn't stalling for time and figuring out how he was going to put the facts down: Hey, yeah, I gave our last King a chance to off himself and didn't catch him. Trust me, though, I really tried to and ran away with his stone for cycles on end and left the Bonebound with Carni, who ended up being a little bit nuts. Dude skinned our dad and everything and wore him. Ah, scratch that - Aure's just the new King! Azazel's sleeping! Permanent retirement! That explanation was strikingly similar to the one the young King'd presented to Ashtoreth. Small minds think alike.