the sun won't rise ._. therapy cuddling ._. the birds are dead

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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Anthemtalon didn't experience loss. It was hard, after all, to get attached when his only concern was his own survival. Everything else was icing on the cake for the lizard's simplistic mind. The raid had been slept through, which was apparently a bad thing. Lots of people died, and some of them were people that Anthem actually knew. Perhaps he should be grieving, or be upset, but it is common to look directly into the lizard's eyes and see the absolute nothingness going on behind them.

Despite not being able to feel those emotions well, he could gather that his peers were... disturbed. Stress was a killer, and as a beast that only thought of survival, it would not do. It took some time to get his point across to another member of the Coalition what he wanted to do in order to try and help out. Was it the best thing to do? Absolutely not, but it was the best anyone was going to be getting out of Anthemtalon for quite some time. He'd found a nice and warm rock, rolled it to a sunnier spot, and then had gotten an NPC to write out what he was trying to do.

'Therapy lizard cuddles,' read the sprawled handwriting on crumpled paper next to the (for once awake) Thane. 'Sunbathing and comfort.' That was the best explanation Anthemtalon could give to the NPC, and so it was what happened to be written. His tail slowly wagged behind him, waiting to see who would be the first to try the sunbathing and cuddling duo of a mini-event.

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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