01-08-2009, 11:59 PM
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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... able-1.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> She couldn't tell what Marlowe was saying; it all just sounded like a lot of squawking. "Isss...he talking?" She questioned, sitting down next to the kill. She had never seen a whole entire dead deer before, just pieces and parts of something frozen and long dead. This was fresh, and still warm. What parts was she supposed to eat? She remembered that her mother had given her the legs before...maybe that would be a good place to start. She took a few bites, ripping through the skin and getting to the muscle without much of a problem. After a couple of hungry bites she stopped, chewing what she had in her mouth and swallowing before speaking. It was only polite. "Sio likes him. Can she have a bird like him someday?" |