[PRP] Crow Calls (Malevolent x Grave)

[Chrystali]

Some dragons slept. Some roamed the land, restless, always seeking.

And then there was Grave, who simply wanted to do his duty to the Swamp and be left the hell alone. He was gloriously on his own just then, even his helpers left at a distance to eat, while he followed a flock of birds that cawed and circled not far from where he had set up for the coming night. The sun had not yet begun to descend in earnest, and he would work by the light of the moon if need be.

Diligent, he followed the caws when the boughs were too thick to see through, and kept his eyes skybound when he could see their feathered wreath in the sky, only ignoring them entirely when he found what he was looking for. And something...he was not.

His nostrils flared beneath the skull he wore, blue eyes both annoyed and disinterested for the doe that seemed to be sleeping (or trying to) by his business. Wordless, he plucked up the skull of the caiman between his teeth, and turned into the marshier part of the land, deciding where to bury it.  

[Chrystali]

Before he got far, there was a hiss -- and then a furious bellow at the rear. Great. His company had awak--

And then there were teeth. Around his tail.

Grave came to a complete halt, one hoof up as though to move forward, but frozen in place. His head turned over his withers to regard the onyx female that had latched to the flesh of his tail, blue eyes focusing on the bright splash of red that dribbled around her firm hold.

This. This is why he didn't like the living. What in the MotherFather's name was he supposed to do with this?

"What," he rumbled around the skull still held firmly between clenched teeth, words dripping like the blood that spotted the ground, "are you doing?"  

[Chrystali]

"It's not yours," the words came out a snarl as her teeth clenched, the pain making the tip of his tail flick, the bone spikes narrowly missing her neck. "It's dead and wants to rest, who are you to deny it that?"

It was probably a bad sign when Grave dropped the skull, letting it slam into the ground, putting a hoof in front of it to keep it partially under his body. Grave spoke around a growl, trying to yank his tail out, feeling her teeth drag over the bone of it. "Did it not feed you? Give you another MotherFather-forsaken day on this tepid land? Why would you deny it rest?"

He was just heated enough that he might have been projecting onto the skull. The dead thing. Just a little. His eyes practically blazed with his indignant stance. "What need do you have with it that is important enough to deny it rightful eternal sleep?"