Firestone Hot Springs communication is key

Cas felt a sting of envy in his gut as the older boy managed to make the kill instead, but it disappeared as soon as it had arrived. pacing toward Charon, he waved his plume in admiration. "good shot, zombro," the Mayfair child exulted, lowering his muzzle to sniff at the limp body. the blood-scent wafted into his nose and his stomach growled audibly. "you first. eat its brains, of course, or it might wake up into a zombie," Cas pointed out matter-of-factly.

Charon grinned at the 'zombro' joke as well as the compliment, tail wagging a beat or two before he turned to the defeated prey. It was really only due to Casmir that he had managed to catch the startled and frightened beaver, but Charon had never been one to give credit away and so he simply wordlessly accepted the praise. He sniffed the body then, realising he had never eaten beaver before, and wondered if it was any good.

"Isn't that what zombies want?" Charon said with a grin, "Make more zombies 'til the whole world is nothing but zombies?" then he put a paw on the beaver's body and sniffed it, looking as though he was assessing which part was best. Eventually he dug into the stomach. He ripped off some meat and intestines and took a slight distance so that Casmir could get some too.

wrap up with your next post? they will need another thread soon! maybe ill send cas to moonspear! :D <3

the Mayfair boy darted forward to grab a mouthful of the succulent meat, though after a few bites he let blood drip dramatically from the corners of his mouth. "yeah, that makes sense. but maybe not, because if everyone and everything was a zombie, what would they eat? they would just starve then, i think."


a glance to the heavens told Casmir he must leave Charon with this witty little tidbit of zombie information. "hey, dude, i gotta get home," he chuffed, rolling his eyes at the ignominy of it. "come by sometime. i'll give you a tour of the place." 


with a grin, the lanky boy turned and began to lope toward home, grinning to himself as he licked the drying crimson from his jaws.

sounds like a great plan :D i enjoyed this thread, thanks!

Well, there was something to think about. Casmir had a good point, though Charon was pretty sure that zombies didn't really think that logically about anything. They just gorged on stuff randomly. Then again, they did 'shout out' for brains, so maybe they did enjoy eating brains. Brains were difficult to get to though, because there was still a skull to be pierced.

Charon was taken from his thoughts by Casmir saying he needed to head on home. "Yeah, sure!" he said, not knowing how events would turn him far away from Blacktail Deer Plateau in the near future. "See you later, dude!" Charon watched as Casmir took off and, no longer hungry, the young Beta took the remainders of the beaver corpse in his mouth and started to head on home. He wondered about the brains again; maybe he'd have to crush the skull when he got home so that he could have a taste of brains and once and for all decide whether zombies had a good thing going or not with their 'brains' obsession.