Flickering Firelight

// The evening was a cool one as the beast moved across the island, it was his birth season, and he was now two years old. Perhaps it was time to begin working toward his goals, he needed to learn this land better. He hadn't been aware of a festival of sorts going on here, but when a jar was thrust into his maw and the objective given, Reaper raised a brow and snorted then turned toward the palmy jungle of Ibis Island. Fireflies were to be caught, so Reaper would do just that. Setting his jar to the ground, Reaper stared at the flickering bodies of the light-bugs. Snapping his jaws, Reaper would try to catch as many as he could, moving to flick them from his tongue into the jar with every one he managed to capture. It had been a long time since the young male had fun, he wasn't even sure if this counted as fun or not. But the morbid game of capturing fireflies gave him a lighter feeling in his chest. 

// Reaper speaks, Your words, Walk, Think, Salem talks,