Don't Chew With Your Mouth Full

Tar's jaws shifted, grating on bone until suddenly the serpent's skull crushed between his jaws, squishing out between his teeth and filling his mouth with an unusual taste. He held on tight, resisting the urge to let go until the snake's spasms shuddered to a slow and weakening rhythm. He imagined, since he'd crushed its brain, there's still be some twitching even though the thing was dead. He steadied himself, released the anaconda's head and then bounded away, spinning around and eyeing it for a moment. Holey shit, they killed it!

“Ever killed a snake that big before?”

He looked over at the unfamiliar man and shook his head. He licked the blood from his teeth as he glanced at the extensive damage the other man had done. Fixating on the sudden ending of the serpent. "Whoa! You bit its whole butt off, that's awesome!" He bounded over to the back of the snake, marveling at the strangeness of its build. It was still writhing, albeit slowly but he paid it little attention. Growing up a raider he was not phased by violence. One of his earliest memories was his father tormenting a trespasser to near death before allowing Tarnish and two of his sisters to rip the man's gums apart and extract a canine tooth as a keepsake.

He looked back at the man. "My name's Tarnish. Do you fight a lot of giant snakes?"



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