OOC:: man this posts sucks sorry >.<
That had hit the spot; it had been far too long since the dark hybrid had slept in a bed. A soft yawn escape the exotic woman as she patted her equine companion before heading out, she would be back to get him. After all she was not going very far from the place she had spent the night. She was going to the place most of the strangers she met called the Cook’s Den, a place where she could get some tasty food. As if right on cue her stomach growled, causing the coyote to role her golden eyes as she walked along the worn path to the place.
With every step her hips swayed, bringing most of the male occupancies to leer at her every move. She smiled, finding the attention to be rather invigorating. Her travels had been rather lonely lately, making her crave the attention she was getting. Men were just too easy, always finding a few sways of a mature woman’s hips to be exciting. Slowly she moved closer to the fire, golden eyes examining the meat on the spits. Again her stomach growled, and she obediently sat down. Though next to a younger male in a headband, she greeted him with a flirty smile before looking at the cook.
”So whacha got baby?” She cooed to him as she watching him walk up closer, ’Well baby doll, we have many different things. Have a taste for something in particular?’ His words hinted on something beyond the food but she ignored it and cooed back at him with her taste. ”I would love to have same of that duck over there, though I am afraid all I have is a few silvery coins.” She smiled, sure she was lying but she was not one to give away her treasures. The cooks smiled and took the steaming duck, the smell driving her stomach made with hunger.
She placed three of the rather strange coins in his hands, letting her hand linger before taking the charred duck from him. She knew she could get away with paying cheap, just not that cheap. After all the coins were made of a useless metal called nickel. ”Thanks babe.” She smiled before biting into the tender flesh of her meal; well the stranger’s were right. He was a good cook.
A few more bites and she licked her lips clean of any juices or black char, turning to look at the man beside her. A smile on her lips before she bit into the duck again, ”So what is there to do here that is fun darling?” She cooed at him, curious of his answer. Sure it was only around high noon but she was someone that liked to be entertained, and with how easy she could charm the cook. Maybe the boy was just as easy, though she was wary of the cat behind him.
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