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[color=ff681f][b]Time:[/b][/color] Noon → Evening
[color=ff681f][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City → Camp
[color=ff681f][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Mari, [@Alivefalling] Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE[hr]

The moment the misfit party of would-be manticore slayers got to Aerilyn’s camp, Thraash took off. He had said something along the lines of “I'll be back.” before walking along a dirt path leading deep into the wilds on his own. He was quite sure there'd be no argument with his decision, and if there was, he couldn't give two shits. No one was going to stop him from getting the fresh alaberries he wanted before the Nest went batshit, even if he had to pick them himself. 

Picking alaberries beneath the warm sun might have been a pleasure to most but Thraash had the worst luck finding the sweet red berries that helped fuel his Muse Tank amplifier. Venturing back and asking for assistance from one of the others was a viable option but he felt it would make him look soft in front of the noobs.

[color=ff681f]“I’ll just fucking do this the long way.”[/color] Thraash stopped in his tracks and took a look around at his surroundings while testing out his sense of smell. His nostrils flared several times as his snout fixed in one direction at a time. What was he doing now?

[color=ff681f]“Yeah, this is it. Smells wet this way. Hehehe, I wish it wasn’t simply a stream.”[/color] Thraash was all but subtle as he set out toward the water source, trudging roughly between trees and brush while making all manner of sounds. [i]CRUNCH[/i]. [i]CRACK[/i]. He'd already wasted too much daylight and would sacrifice any manner of noise discipline to reach his destination. He was sure there would be questions for him upon his return but the others would have simply mind their own damned businesses!

[color=ff681f]“There!”[/color] Thraash smirked as he caught sight of a stream running steadily through the woods. A light cackle escaped him as he detached his Muse Tank from his pants. [color=ff681f]“Time to get your fill.”[/color]

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Hours later…

Thraash had arrived back at the camp shortly after Mari, following the scent of the freshly cooked stew that wafted from Aerilyn’s pot. In his grip was a thick fallen branch ignited in flame. It had been the third torch he had made on his way back due to how quickly his flames burned through the dry wood. As he approached, he used his rough-scaled hands to grind what was left of the enflamed branch, putting it out with a few wrist movements.

[color=ff681f]“‘Bout damn time you got somethin’ good on the flame. ‘Specially after you got us all kicked out of the fucking Nest for fighting. I mean… Who the fuck gets kicked out of the Nest FOR FIGHTING?! Us! That’s who. You damned scrubs.”[/color] Thraash complained as he proceeded to the pot until he was towering over it. He couldn’t deny its savory contents that would rest within his belly in mere moments. Snatching the ladle, he looked it over before eyeing the pot again.

He immediately noticed that drew the attention of a disapproving Aerilyn and chuckled.

[color=ff681f]“Chill, Ears! I’m not gonna put my mouth on the thing.”[/color] He set the ladle down and simply grabbed the sides of the pot and lifted it to his maw, attempting to gulp down the stew from the pot.
 
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