Tsurugi
Tsume
Kiba
Three Gyrraptors, all of varying shades of red stood on one of the few large chunks of dry land in the muck of the Slums. Two of them chatted about their most recent escape, the smaller, a young Blood named Kiba, speaking hurredly while his brother, an overly large Imperial, mearly listened, commenting occasionally. The eldest brother, a Chaos, stood away from them a bit, his clawed hands picking apart rotting logs and overturning rocks.
It had been his idea to escape; it always was. He was definentally the leader of the small group, although he didn't take much interest in what the others were talking about. He had wanted to get a Snicky by himself for his owner but his brothers had pestered him into bringing them.
"Hey, Tsurugi!" called the youngest with a laugh. "You found one of those Snickers yet?"
"It's called a Snicky, for the last time," Tsurugi corrected, rolling his eyes. "How are we going to find something if you don't even know what it's called." Why was he related to these morons?
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