The crow turned to him and changed her posture to match his. He hadn't expected that, he'd thought she would just scoot over and let him have some. He should have known better from the boisterous baby. In all reality he had no want to fight again, his foot still hurt and he knew the scar across his belly would be easily opened. He had only wanted to intimidate and to bully. "Krak Krak! Because Krakarak want to share. Scoot!" He said to her before hopping forward, wings tucked to his side this time as he advanced. Hopefully he would easily be allowed some of the meat... if not, well, there was always time for a spar and fighting lesson. If it would even be that much with his condition.
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tagged: Eve, Giggle
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muse: 4/10

"Talking"
Thinking

table by chelsea

Giggle smirked faintly, and she still did not interfere. This was the way of the world, she thought; the natural order of things. They would sort out their own ranks and she would only intervene if the bigger bird was going to truly hurt Eve.

Instead she padded quietly over to an untaken heavy femur of some kind, very thick and still hung with shreds of near-rancid orange-yellow meat grown slimy with bacteria. Mmm, delicious. Then she lay down, bracing it between her front paws and beginning to gnaw at it, her teeth and powerful jaws cracking off pieces here and there.

She had turned slightly, though, so that as she ate and rested, she could watch the two birds. Maybe they'd do something interesting.

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Roll the bones.

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The crow spat as Krakarak came closer, wings still lifted but she did move slightly to the side. She didn't seem particularly pleased at the concept of sharing what in her eyes was rightfully hers, but she'd be sure that the raven didn't take more than she felt he needed.

She squawked briefly in the other bird's direction before she finally folded the fuzzy arm-wings and ducked down to resume eating, tearing pieces of meat off the bones - sometimes rather close to Krakarak, maybe in some strange guesture of further intimidation.

Eventually, she finished and hopped off, toddling towards Giggle to rest near her, craning her head down to pick at the fluff on her chest quietly.

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Seemed like there would be no sparring lesson for now. The crow scooted over and Krakarak took a place beside her. His beak easily tore meat from the bones and he gave a contented croak as he ate. It tasted so good to have fresh meat like this. After getting injured bugs and bone marrow were about all that he could eat. He'd forgotten the delicious taste of this stuff.

While he gorged himself on the bone meat he felt the crow close in on him every once in a while. He didn't know if she was being particularly aggressive or if she was finding meat close to him but either way he wouldn't be closed in on. The raven countered her own movements with his own, pressing up into her space every now and again as well. Unwilling to give up any space.

After he finished he hopped off the bone but unlike his young pupil he didn't waddle over to the hyena. He simply stood in his place and tilted his head to the side, examining them both closely. He preened his feathers for a few minutes before finally lifting his gaze and fixing the hyena with a stare. "You Bonebound? Not heard of a Giggle before. Krak Krak!"
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tagged: Eve, Giggle
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muse: 4/10

"Talking"
Thinking

table by chelsea

Giggle looked at Krakarak, and tilted her head slightly.

"Yes. I think so. He brought me here, anyway. And said I'm Giggle, because of the sounds I make. I think. And you're Krakarak," she added, choking slightly in her attempt to make the cawing sounds that made up his name. She grimaced and shook her head a bit, as if to clear it.

She then eyed the bird. The thought that ran through her head next was simple, yet abrupt, and she didn't question it--simply acted on it.

He can fly. He may be useful.

"Are you Bonebound? You're very loud." She made the comment on his volume sound impressed, admiring even. "I think you're even louder than Aza'zel was, when I met him the first time. Your feathers are very handsome, too. Very... err, black."

She wasn't sure this would work, but well, all of it was true--relatively so, anyway--and so she waited, eyeing Krakarak, to see what effect her words would have.

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Roll the bones.

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Giggle was up to something, Eve had decided. She hadn't ever commented on her feathers - if you could call them that - or the volume of her voice. Hmph.

She decided to remain quiet anyway, already irritated that she had to share her food. It didn't help that she had no idea what the raven and hyena were on about, with their bound-bones and their a-zebras or whatever.

So she continued to preen her chest, even briefly leaning down to pick at her talons quietly.

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