𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

"Really? Exercise...?" Skreg would immediately cock an eyebrow at that response. It wasn't like someone as stoic as Kren, to become so nervous over a move like that. "Interesting routine then... H-How did you do that?"

"Ha! How ironic coming from someone like yourself. In the heat of battle, I have to be loud so my steed can hear my commands."

“Feeding Savagehorn is a very intricate process. If any of you disturb him or I... Let’s just say the end result will REALLY hurt.~”

Why, his best Durri mate of course! In fact, he’s accompanying him right now.

If snacks, drinks, and company are all he needs, then Skreg would be more than happy to oblige! He might even know of the perfect combination that’s bound to surprise Kren. He’d step up to his mate at his station, eyeing at what he was working on. “What are doing, Kren?”

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「 TW: Gore/Violence/Death 」 Another day, another prey. . . Tidus was deaf to the cheers and hollers from the crowd surrounding him and a nearly dead hyena that lay before him. 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. . . The fallen warrior already suffered many gashes into his limbs,-

You know what they say? When the cat's away, the mice will play! And this one has certainly returned after a long stay within his den.

“Food’s getting low... And the winter air is starting to set in... Varix, c’mon. Time to hit the old prowling grounds.”

Growling. . .

“Hm... It’s quieter than usual...” The Durri mutters, eyeing the coliseum. “I wonder... We still have time.” Skreg soon ushers his Iron Jaw down towards the arena.

“I didn’t think slaves even HAD an off-season to begin with.”

A bemused look filled the Durri's face. “Huh... Well, how lucky you are to have masters who care about your strength. Are you allowed to leave the arena at all during this time?”

“Oh look, the wandering giant has made his return.~”

I could've gone a lot worse than that LMAO

“Oh, no, I was talking to my mount. Savage Horn has just returned from a hunt. You’re still a walking tub of lard.~”

In the cool air of the desert night, some drumming could be heard echoing off the canyon walls

“With the desert now cooling, the water returns to our land. Too quickly, if you ask me...”