11-12-2011, 06:36 PM
Ooc: yes... she has issues.
Ic: The small woman had just returned from her ventures in the human city. She had found many items that she believed would aid her in crafting a new blow pipe and a fresh supplies of darts. While the darts were easy to make and easily replaceable the pipes were not so easy if she wanted them to last. She knew in a fix she could craft reed pipes but she prefered a weapon that could take a little bit of a beating. That required skill and work, both which she was willing to put into.
She had returned to the Groto with her dinner thrown over one shoulder, a small bag of supplies and items of interest from the city, mostly metal knives, razors and fish hooks and the sorts. She had also carried balanced on her lap the cloak that was generally wrapped around her frame, today instead it was bundled around something tenderly, as though to keep it warm. She has carefully placed the bundle carefully between the roots of her tree as she began to start a fire.
Zana sat down before the fire, putting the body of the feral feline on the spit for dinner. She had been watching the carcass as she slowly turned it. She had never eaten cat before but it seemed that if it was something she could kill it was something she could eat. She was satisfied that the meal was coming along nicely so inturn she returned to the wolf pelt cloak and pulled the fur into her lap. The muffled sounds of protests met her ears as one of her captives tumbled out.
She caught the escapee quickly and raise the overly fluffy kitten before her face, pulling back her muzzle just in time as it took a swipe at her maw. She growled at the creature and muttered. "I should eat you too you little runt.." not even realizing the irony of her words. The tiny woman didn't know what she was going to do with the other two kittens but the fierce little runt was hers now. In time she'd decide what to do with the others.. but right now dinner was almost ready.
Ic: The small woman had just returned from her ventures in the human city. She had found many items that she believed would aid her in crafting a new blow pipe and a fresh supplies of darts. While the darts were easy to make and easily replaceable the pipes were not so easy if she wanted them to last. She knew in a fix she could craft reed pipes but she prefered a weapon that could take a little bit of a beating. That required skill and work, both which she was willing to put into.
She had returned to the Groto with her dinner thrown over one shoulder, a small bag of supplies and items of interest from the city, mostly metal knives, razors and fish hooks and the sorts. She had also carried balanced on her lap the cloak that was generally wrapped around her frame, today instead it was bundled around something tenderly, as though to keep it warm. She has carefully placed the bundle carefully between the roots of her tree as she began to start a fire.
Zana sat down before the fire, putting the body of the feral feline on the spit for dinner. She had been watching the carcass as she slowly turned it. She had never eaten cat before but it seemed that if it was something she could kill it was something she could eat. She was satisfied that the meal was coming along nicely so inturn she returned to the wolf pelt cloak and pulled the fur into her lap. The muffled sounds of protests met her ears as one of her captives tumbled out.
She caught the escapee quickly and raise the overly fluffy kitten before her face, pulling back her muzzle just in time as it took a swipe at her maw. She growled at the creature and muttered. "I should eat you too you little runt.." not even realizing the irony of her words. The tiny woman didn't know what she was going to do with the other two kittens but the fierce little runt was hers now. In time she'd decide what to do with the others.. but right now dinner was almost ready.