(Hope you don't mind the swearing ^^ And like gore warning because Ossy's cannablistic)
Holy shit. Holy motherfucking shit. Did his eyes deceive him? Hopefully not. Oh geez. Perfect. It was a dead body, still freshly killed apparently. But whatever. It was good, good food. It was probably a loner, so at least he wasn't eating an ally- Then he'd be fucked. Walking over to the dead body, he licked his lips anxiously and drawled in a sigh, coppery hazel gaze shifting.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]ooc: swearing's never a problem with me dear, i play serpentine with deer, you should know that. swearing is half of his persona just kidding deer dont stab me ehehe
"Doesn't look too damn bad, does it?"
The voice of the Utonagan puppy known as Serpentine erupted from behind the male, burning copper eyes squinted while his eyebrow was cocked. The Harbringer had no problem with cannibals, previously being one himself. It seemed odd to have encountered this male just before he was about to sink his teeth into the mouth of the somewhat well-weighted felidae.
Oh, shit."Oh, Serpentine! I didn't see you there. And it looks great. One of the best I've seen." Oslopaw commented, patting the dead feline as his posy pink nose twitched."Well, since you're here, I guess I may as well not eat that at the moment." He meowed, clicking his tongue as he dipped his head to the deputy."I hope you don't mind me asking, how was your day? Not tryin' to act perverted or nothin', just want to know how my clanmates are doing."
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]Is all this tom did was babble? His voice droned on and on, spitting words as his tongue clicked and flicked. He was tuned out for a moment before Serpentine dropped back into earth again. "Uh. Hi." The deputy remarked, nodding his head before his tail lashed slightly. "And I guess that's good. Doesn't look too bad either, hm?" He said, lowering into a sitting position.
His day? Well, his day had been alright if it wasn't for meeting his son and having to smack him up a bit, it was pretty good. "Eh, fine." He said half-heartedly, shrugging his shoulders. Serpentine wasn't showing the least bit of interest in this conversation, like he usually didn't.
"Good to hear. And, uh...Sorry. I'm not usual this blabber mouthed." The tom remarked, biting his lip. Shit. He hated drawling on, and he himself was doing it now. How boring it must have been.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]Though he was doubtful, Serpentine kept his mouth shut, biting down on his tongue as he muttered something inaudible. What was it called? The benefit of the doubt? Heh. Serpentine didn't really like making friends, they just....happened. Like him and Historia and such. He just....liked them. Fixing his burgundy-brown gaze on Oslo, he cocked an eyebrow.
"You wanna go hunting or some shit like that? You can take that body with us, I guess. Hide it under a fuckin' tree or something, I don't know." He suggested. As much as he didn't want to, he hated awkward conversing.
"Sure. I think I'll just leave it here, though." He meowed, momentarily looking at the body before dipping his head once again to the pup.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px][sub]Serpentine shrugged. "Alright, whatever." The Utonagan puppy barked, beginning to pad off into the place of the desert where he knew there would at least be a shrew or two to catch and chew on.