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- Eclipse Soulstorm - 07-13-2012 [html] WC: 255 OOC: LUCKY SHOT!!! She watched at the man waited and could see he was waiting for the perfect timing, and it seemed he was smart enough to spot it because the second that bird bent down to peck more at the ground the man was in on the animal. At first Eclipse’s eye scrunched up a little as she thought the animal was going to make an escape but he was quicker than she thought and secured his kill. She was genuinely happy and wagged her tail giving him a nod of approval. “Well done! So you can catch a meal. So I take it you like your meals cooked like humans too?” She said giving him a sly look. This was to throw him off, or at least she hoped it would thow him off, she couldn’t remember if she mentioned cooking to him or not, but even if she might get a little joy from his face he would give her. The bow already been shouldered, she held out her hand so that she can take the feathered animal and they can head back to their clothing’s hiding spot so he could change. Though she’d rather be nice, since she was pretty mean and cook him up something nice. He did after all work for the meal and probably nearly could have gotten hit with her arrow... most definitely not in her opinion. She would wait for his answer to her comment though. She wondered just when his breaking point was. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 07-14-2012 [html] (309) >:B Apply water to area of BURN. and oh god Pandora stop playing wonderful songs.[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 07-14-2012 [html] WC: 336 OOC: When she took the feathered creature from his mouth he most definitely had something to say. She considered shoving the dead animal back in but she just gave him a sly smile. He obviously didn’t know how to play this game. She was not as social herself, but she didn’t attack someone she wasn’t sure of the position they were in. He showed the signs he wasn’t the best hunter though he proved he could do it. She just shrugged as if his comment didn’t matter. “You’ll have to find out now won’t you?” She was slower at heading to the spot he had changed and found him having his sleeve rolled up and looked down at her dirty foot she lifted it up inquiringly as if he wanted the other part back, showing him the dirty cloth that was on it. “No, never done it before, though I think I might know someone who can.” She said, letting her foot fall after a few seconds but she shrugged. Sewing was not an Eclipse thing and she was sure he’d point that out but it wasn’t a part of her daily life if he couldn’t tell she was far more comfortable in her own body, but she did procure some clothes from the city of Halifax before leaving the man with many thanks. “So lets go find a fire and I’ll show you my lousy cooking skills.” She said, knowing full well she could cook far better than most in the pack. In fact it wasn’t a hobby to her, it was a part of her life. “Don’t forget your books, you’ve earned them.” She said finally, her hands both full of dead meat ready and waiting to be skinned and cooked. She wasn’t about to ask for the waistcoat back yet anyway. She didn’t want to put the animals down and dirty them anymore than they already were. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 07-14-2012 [html] (288) Rob is a doofus.[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 07-14-2012 [html] WC: 465 OOC: Here is the layout of the first floor of her house, House! She only smiled knowing that she got one up on him. It was ok she wouldn’t try to rub it in his face, not today at least. She had to think about what he said about inquiring them and she shrugged a little. She barely knew the man and he had helped her so much she wasn’t going to ask for more favors. “I think he’ll want a trade for his work, but I think he might be able to do something, though he does not live in our pack.” She said figuring he would want someone from the pack to do it rather than someone from outside the pack. At his jest she lifted an eyebrow but smiled a little speaking kindly “If we were out in the wilderness yes. I have only so many matches, but seeing as we are in town, we won’t have to do it the ‘old fashioned way’” She said as they moved towards her new house. It had changed only a little, she found some wild flowers and transplanted them into her own little front garden, but there were only three, mostly because it was so late in the summer, but inside was what transformed a bit. She had scavenged much of the towns outlying that of Cercatori and found a few strange things to decorate her house with. A few old trinkets that survived the years and the only thing that was equiped was the kitchen with its pots and pans... it was as though she just dragged someone else’s kitchen into her own. Of course it was exchanged with the whole stove and whatever other electronics that never worked, with a fireplace that could easily help her cook, she gave it a little flare, though she didn’t really do those types of hands on things, but she wanted her food over her fire when at home rather than in it. She led the man down the hall and into the kitchen and what humans once called the living room, which was just what she called a sitting room and waved for him to make himself comfortable. There was only a couch with a bookshelf that was near devoid of books, but she had few possessions at the moment so all she had was maybe three books of her own. She herself went to the counter where she started pulling the skins off the dead animals. “Do you know how to cure animal skins at all?” She asked curiously. She didn’t want them to go to waste, but she would find someone if he didn’t know how, this was just a question and not something she would mean to pick on him about. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 07-17-2012 [html] (481) rob your awkward is showing.[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 07-18-2012 [html] WC: 529 OOC: so Eclipse shall make it show even more hahaha “No, I am quite a modern wolf when it comes to it, though I like to indulge myself in my own wolfish instincts.” She couldn’t help but giggle at him and shake her head. He seemed oblivious to her jokes but that was fine, she kind of thought it was cute with the scrutinizing look he tended to give her, which of course made her want to do it even more. She looked at what he picked and nodded. “Yes I use that as well as some of my own herbs I never usually leave without. Some stuff that I have to trade for and is pretty precious. I’m sure you’ll get to enjoy the most rarest of all soon enough.” But not today, she thought. Her saffron was far too precious and though she wanted to impress the young man she could easily do it with the other oils and dried herbs as well as the very few vegetables she already had. She again laughed at his more than or less than silly comment. Of course he would think of such a thing. “We are wolves dear, wolves eat raw meat. It’s the way it has been for centuries.” Which meant she too ate it raw every once in awhile, she didn’t mind just delving into something that looked so delicious, but she cooked when she could help it. He complimented her house and she could tell he thought he was running on a touchy subject in which made her cringe a little before getting to work. She took a second before answering. “That whole crying thing.... don’t take it personally it was an emotional morning for me. It won’t happen again. And thank you. I think it’s homey enough now, though it is so quiet.” She said, her voice was even and solid, she was not sad nor was she angry with the man, but neither was she overly excited about the whole thing of finding new things with new memories, though the pan through the glass one was pretty good she thought to herself as she finished skinning the rabbit she shot. “Would you like the rabbit pelt then? I don’t know what you could do with the grouse it’s all feathers, but I don’t want to waste the animal.” she said setting aside the skinned part of the rabbit before working on taking the meat and turning it into strips here and there and taking some of the organs that were well liked, and making sure not to do anything with the intestines or the stomach. The stench would be horrible. She did the same with the bird, finding an extra tidbit here or there she could boil up for later or with their dinner. Soon she had the fire going and a pan over it with sizzling rabbit and grouse meat, the smell of it being basted in a sort of oil and oregano wafted out from the fireplace and she was becoming satisfied. She decided against the vegetables, at least for this meal. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] - Robert Frost Collins - 07-18-2012 [html] (395)[/html] - Eclipse Soulstorm - 07-18-2012 [html] WC: 403 OOC: “The ones I normally use? I use Oregano, and basil, rosemary, though the rare ones I use at festivals like thyme and the most precious of all, saffron, which I got a whole jar from a... a woman I met a few seasons ago.” Thinking back on the collie woman made her faulter a little bit as she tried giving back the precious stuff but was denied as the woman said she was going to die... so Eclipse wondered if she had died. It was hard to think about even if she only met the wonderful woman once. She hid her reactions to her own words in keeping her hands busy. The skinned rabbit pelt was set to the side for the man for later and once things were basted and ready the room smelled of cooked meat. She didn’t need to say anything more about her outburst and was glad that he didn’t take it personally. She looked at him with wonderment as he mentioned quills... swan quills. “How did you get swan quills? Are there swans around here?” She asked enthusiasticaly, watching the strips of meat, flipping them with one of her newer plastic like utensils. She didn’t have a spatula so the thongs she found would have to do. The meat sizzled louder as she flipped over the bit of meat and turned her attention back to him and gave him a quick smile seeing he really was interested in her cooking. She quirked her brow and moved so he could see the sizzling meat over top the fire. “The way I am doing it makes it quicker to cook as it’s in thin strips and can taste so good fried like this.” She said going to a cabinet away from the fire to grab two plates where she could split the meat between and quickly hurried to get the thongs and pull the first strip out, then the second, third, fourth, then finished at the sixth. she put more on, but she put three strips on one, and three on another, each one having two bits of the rabbit and one grouse, where the next batch would give them the opposite. “Don’t burn your mouth I’m no healer either.” She said, her tone every bit as teasing as she meant it to be. .freetable1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#fff;} .freetable1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .freetable1 {margin:0 auto; width:500px; background-color:#7BB675; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/AeAfO.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #1F571A; -moz-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 130px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#3B7835; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} </style> [/html] |