Isur
The Abyssal Hunter
He had no idea why they were called bones. These didn’t feel like bones.
Isur knew bones. Knew them in his teeth, and in his hands. Knew the sounds they made.
These were chips, or something. Porcelain. With little numbers on them.
He wanted to slam his hand down on the table and state that bones did not come with numbers.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was the math. The silly numbers made points. And points made credits.
And credits became food.
The Karkarodon looked around the table as he placed another chip down. Five and Zero. That brought his total to sixteen.
He needed fifteen.
A growl came across him, as one of the small humanoids shifted in his, or hers, Isur wasn’t certain, seat.
Dominoes was dumb.
Isur knew bones. Knew them in his teeth, and in his hands. Knew the sounds they made.
These were chips, or something. Porcelain. With little numbers on them.
He wanted to slam his hand down on the table and state that bones did not come with numbers.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was the math. The silly numbers made points. And points made credits.
And credits became food.
The Karkarodon looked around the table as he placed another chip down. Five and Zero. That brought his total to sixteen.
He needed fifteen.
A growl came across him, as one of the small humanoids shifted in his, or hers, Isur wasn’t certain, seat.
Dominoes was dumb.