OOC Here!
Rurik had never been spiritual in any way shape or form. Of course he used some curses that involved God or Hell, but they were just words to him. So when she said 'blessings upon you' it made his fur stand of end a tad, but he wasn't sure why. It didn't last long though, the odd feeling gone as quickly as it came. Then she mentioned him having a 'good spirit'. He could think of quite a few words to describe himself, but good wasn't among them. He met her stare, though not as intently. It's nice to meet you Zera'im. He said pleasantly.
At the mention of food, all thoughts of spirits and the like left his mind. It had been a while since he last ate, a day or two at least. It wasn't that he couldn't hunt, more of he chose not to due to being a lazy-ass, unless he really needed to. His stomach answered for him, growling loudly. He felt his face heat up a bit with embarrassment. "Yes please..." He said, trying to keep his mild embarrassment and his hunger out of his voice as best he could. He wasn't completely sure, but that jerky looked just about like the best piece of meat he'd ever seen.
.fire .ooc {color:#FFFFFF; font-style:italic; font-size:10px; Padding:15px 0px 25px 0px; text-align:center;}
.fire p {color:#F8700C;}
.fire b {font-weight:bold; color:#f0c542; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #42f0a0; }
.fire i {color:#E10B0B;}
.fire {background-image:url(http://i823.photobucket.com/albums/zz15 ... urik-1.png); background-color:#000000; background-position:center center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify; width: 330px; padding: 5px 15px 15px 15px; border: 2px solid #E18200; margin: 0px auto;}
</style>[/html]