[M] The Last Supper - OPEN POSTING

Denver Mathis · 07-12-2011, 11:22 AM

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Sorry! ><

Eyes of icy blue had tried hard to avoid the mounds of food that lay on the table, but now the King commanded it. Denver had been eying some of the cooked, tender morsels, and readily reached for it at Sirius' word. The Boss' strength in speech had forced the white-furred mutt to attention; power, yes, that was just what he sought. Power, any way he could get it. Now this was a kingdom.

Without any embarrassment, Denver leaned forward over the table (so as not to dirty his clothes) and began picking the meat off of the bone with his fingers. This way, only his fingers and paw pads would get dirty; it was much less annoying to clean up. As he nibbled, narrowed pale eyes scanned the room, pausing on the few he knew: the leaders. His gaze lingered there for a moment as he chewed, watching their individual movements. The muscular black wolf to Sirius' right ripped right through the meaty rabbit morsel, not even bothering to remove the bones. Repulsed, his gaze ran further to see that the sand-colored coyote woman at the head of the table still chose not to eat. He quirked a brow briefly, but moved on quickly from her, as her own crimson line of sight was sweeping the room.

At some point, Eris had introduced two dark bottles to the table. Curious, Denver's pink nose twitched along with his floppy ear as he tried to inhale the scent of the drink. Beneath the thousands of smells in the room, though, it was buried. Hopeful, he watched as the bottles were passed down the table, eager to taste their contents himself.

His anticipation was eventually soothed and the red liquid filled his cup splendidly, pale eyes wide and excited. Now, they were feasting like true royalty-- and for now, Denver was satisfied.

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