Crocodile Dundee

Truthfully, he assumed Aresenn would have joined him in the slaughtering of the baby crocodiles. Not only out of spite, but because it would prevent more of these beasts from becoming full-grown and impending upon territory he could own. But instead, the other boy found refuge beneath a shade tree. Maybe he didn’t agree with killing the children, or he was just too tired to partake. Either way, it wouldn’t stop Sephiran. One by one he plucked the babies from the cove, killing them in various ways. Snapping their necks. Crushing them against the rocks. Dismembering them. Hell, even picking them up and making them bite each other to trigger that “death roll” he had seen the adults do. He even made a game out of it for a while, like a baby croc roulette. But eventually, he ran out of toys to play with, which left him feeling disappointed. With an exaggerated huff, he too slunk away into the tree line in search of a place to rest.

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