- THE LEVIATHAN -

Vargas eyed the meat-pile dourly, watching as it ate. He then looked to Kethri, who had not--so far as he'd heard, at least--acknowledged his prior remark. "Next time, that would be the first thing to mention," he reiterated more sternly, and awaited some form of response.

When Effluvium scurried off, he grunted, eyeing after it. "It's too stupid to be worth anything as it is. A liability," he answered, "but go make sure it leaves. Keep track of it awhile, don't let it see you. I don't want it coming back here and eating any of the stones or the like."

A pause, and he shook his head. "As a side note. While I am open to suggestions, I have been an Overseer for millennia, bird. I am well aware of the potentials of... things... like that. Temper your eagerness with calm," he added. Kethri's babbling demeanor was giving him a fucking headache; she wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know, but he could forgive that. A sense of initiative was always good.

Just... maybe not so... hyperactively.

With another grunt Vargas turned away, leaving the owl to her duties--assuming that she performed them.

exit Vargas, unless stopped
@Kethri

kethri !

Kethri didn't want to admit that she deflated like a balloon, her feathers falling against her body, making her look smaller than she already was. She looked away from the Leviathan and clenched her jaw, exhaling.

"Yes, Master Vargas," she said, chest tight.

Bird.

Vargas called her, 'bird'. Did he not know she had a name? Did he not know she wasn't one of his disgusting monsters? She felt such rage that she was scared if she didn't stop staring at the ground, she may just fly up and try to claw out as many of his abnormal amount of eyes as she could before death came in the form of either being snapped up in his terrifying jaws, or crushed in one of those three-thumbed hands. Thankfully, the fear of death, of ending too soon overshadowed the urge, and she kept her anger tightly leashed, tampered down beneath a mask of calm.

"... I'll keep that in mind for the future," she managed to grind out, and took flight, keeping behind the dull creature, not worrying about being quiet. Her wings did that by themselves.

Vaguely, she wondered how many toxic berries it would take to bring down a beast like Vargas. She didn't quite erase that thought off the whiteboard, and filed it away for later.

Just in case.

Exit Kethri.
@Vargas @Effluvium for vis