It didn't bother him in the slightest that it was the blood of his own kind that he was licking up. Why should it? He wasn't at all adverse to killing his own kind. He tortured, maimed, and killed without prejudice. It didn't matter should they be young or old. He was willing to take just about any life should it prove a thrill to him. There were actually only a few safe from him deciding he was bored and wishing to choose alternative means in which to end up playing. So far that only extended to the members of Salsola and, tentatively, the members of Inferni.
Bastion grinned up at Janos and nodded his head. It was tasty. But then again he enjoyed blood no matter the source that it came from. It would have been a lovely thing if he could have survived upon that alone. Unfortunately that was no the case. Instead he made up for it by swallowing raw, blood drenched flesh. And he took that flesh in skinned, bite sized chunks of meat. He was a spoiled little thing and that was exactly the way that he liked it.
His enjoyment of, what was for him, an easy meal was interrupted by the voice of a female. His face actually showed his surprise at there being someone smaller than him. Even his son was quickly growing larger than him. As soon as Enigma was able to shift then no doubt the boy would be taller than him as well. But Bastion had easily come to accept being a runt so for there to be someone shorter than him was unexpected. Even more so that she referred to him as boy. That was a term that tended to come from those that were larger than him.
"Clean." He explained in his simple way of speaking and held out the skull to show off that it now lacked traces of blood just as the rest of the border decoration did. Now that the blood was gone he was willing to give up the skull and allow for the female to take it back. It was a good thing since he did have business to take care of.
"Present." The small male spoke and stepped to the side so that he could point at the moose and make it the focal point. "For winter." He expanded upon his earlier statement. But as he came to look down at the creature he noticed the deformity as one antler was missing. Bastion quickly knelt down to pick up the antler and tried to place it back without success. "Sorry. Broke." The words were accompanied by a pitiful expression as he offered up the antler for the female to try to fix it if she wished. Bastion wasn't a big game hunter and so he didn't realize that it was a natural occurrence for the antler to break off around this time of year. All he noticed was that the animal no longer looked like a perfect present and it was because of him so he would only hope that it wouldn't become rejected.
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