05-23-2009, 05:31 AM
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Lubomir was completely unaware of the attention his shifting was garnering from this wolf. He himself had never thought it appropriate to stare at a shifting wolf, but his views on life were so outdated they might as well be full of moths. He couldn't exactly figure out why he never liked watching. As a younger wolf, he would shift next to the river in his pack lands, in a silly attempt at watching himself shift. It was a stupid idea, because his concentration would break and he would end up in excruciating pain. A bit like trying to sneeze with your eyes open. But regardless of that, he still tried, if only to prove to himself that one day he might be able to do it. He was never able to.
What exactly this 'tire d'whatever' was Lubomir could not say but it tasted like a small bit of heaven. His tail wagged furiously and the goofy smile on his face did not once falter. Sure, it was a silly thing to act so puppy-like, but he'd be damned if he tried anything else. With that, he turned to the other man. So this was his craft, his talent. The thing that set him apart from others. Lubomir was amazed. It was very close to magic for him, for he had never tried anything so amazing in his life. With your permission, I will take some back to Dahlia. This is amazing! What else do you make, Honoré? The question here was really how much was he willing to make for Lubomir to try. That, however, would have been a very rude question to ask, so the grey wolf allowed the chef to decide how much he would be given and when and what.
Lubomir was completely unaware of the attention his shifting was garnering from this wolf. He himself had never thought it appropriate to stare at a shifting wolf, but his views on life were so outdated they might as well be full of moths. He couldn't exactly figure out why he never liked watching. As a younger wolf, he would shift next to the river in his pack lands, in a silly attempt at watching himself shift. It was a stupid idea, because his concentration would break and he would end up in excruciating pain. A bit like trying to sneeze with your eyes open. But regardless of that, he still tried, if only to prove to himself that one day he might be able to do it. He was never able to.
What exactly this 'tire d'whatever' was Lubomir could not say but it tasted like a small bit of heaven. His tail wagged furiously and the goofy smile on his face did not once falter. Sure, it was a silly thing to act so puppy-like, but he'd be damned if he tried anything else. With that, he turned to the other man. So this was his craft, his talent. The thing that set him apart from others. Lubomir was amazed. It was very close to magic for him, for he had never tried anything so amazing in his life. With your permission, I will take some back to Dahlia. This is amazing! What else do you make, Honoré? The question here was really how much was he willing to make for Lubomir to try. That, however, would have been a very rude question to ask, so the grey wolf allowed the chef to decide how much he would be given and when and what.