Talyson was less intimately familiar with the detritus of abandoned mortal coils; the hunts of his youth had been for ningo and snowshoe hares, and though recent experiences had broadened his horizons somewhat in that regard he hadn't lingered over the task of flensing and cleansing of meat from marrowed bone. He hadn't thought the substrate of the island to be anything beyond pale stone until Melita drew his attention to it, but as she stripped back roots and leaves and they began to look around at their surroundings more closely, Tal couldn't quite suppress a shiver.
"Oh... fuck" he murmured eloquently as the sheer scope of the island abattoir sank in. The scarlet foliage covered most of it, but now that he was looking for it he could spot the flecks of white and ivory beneath the sinister leaves as far as he could peer through the jungle's shadows.
Kneeling to scrape back the bloody lichen covering a pale 'log', Tal's brow wrinkled in concern."Some of these are pretty big, too. Not somethin' a few toothy flowers could've brought down."
"Oh... fuck" he murmured eloquently as the sheer scope of the island abattoir sank in. The scarlet foliage covered most of it, but now that he was looking for it he could spot the flecks of white and ivory beneath the sinister leaves as far as he could peer through the jungle's shadows.
Kneeling to scrape back the bloody lichen covering a pale 'log', Tal's brow wrinkled in concern."Some of these are pretty big, too. Not somethin' a few toothy flowers could've brought down."
