lovely meal mrs. Io [p]

Itzal · 09-04-2011, 04:22 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie
Don't worry, I fail post with you. Oh and I don't mind the pp. by the way, Eztil is Itzal's evil side. Wc: 521

In Character

Itzal looked around Io's home as he stepped in. It was bigger than his den, and more spacious. This was one of the dens made for more than one person. But it seemed like whoever else lived here wasn't in right now. He looked around, licking his lips as he saw the rabbits hanging, smelling their blood. Itzal found the smell alluring, but Eztil wasn't interested in the smell. Eztil preferred the smell of another hunter's blood. He would rather hunt predators instead of prey. Itzal wondered why the blood was pooling in pans. Was it used too cook stuff? How could people use an animals own blood to cook it? Itzal watched the blood drip some more, before looking back at Io as she moved around her kitchen. As she set the fire and then held out her hand for the meat. He gave it too her, watching her process carefully. He movements and measurements didn't make any sense to him. He waited patiently, not saying anything as Io worked. She didn't seem like the kind that liked to talk while she worked. He wrinkled his nose at all of the smells. They were overwhelming to him when he smelled them all separately, but when he smelled them all used on the meat, it made his mouth water at the delicious smell. He looked where she pointed, noticing the chairs and tables. He wasn't use to these, and found it strange to use them. He went and sat, as she served it up he grinned, looking forward to the meal.

He looked over at Io and nodded his head. "Thank you. It smells fantastic." He took a bit and was surprised by the savory taste. He could taste the rabbit blood, but it tasted stronger with Io's add ins. His eyes got wider. It was amazing. He had to resist scarfing it all down. Normally he preferred his meet raw, but he would pick Io's cooking over that any day. He looked over at her, to make sure she was eating too and he wasn't making a fool of himself. He wondered how she had learned all of this. And what she had put in it. He questioned why she would do this again. He was a stranger, and she had cooked him a delicious meal, in her own house, just because he looked thin? He didn't trust people, ever, and this weird show of kindness made him cautious. He ate some more, savoring every bite.

"You are amazing talented cook. How do you know how to do all this? Earlier, when you were preparing the meal, nothing you did made sense to me really. But then again, I'm use to eating meat raw." He spoke some, trying to make conversation so he did not seem awkward in a strangers territory, even if they did share the same pack. He wasn't use to pack life, even though this was his second he joined. He was a loner by nature, but he was adjusting. And after spending forever in his den, he was ready to try and accept pack life more.

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