Nothing too Special

Jaden Ohanzee · 09-27-2011, 02:04 PM

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Date: (BACK DATED) September 22

Setting: Northwestern New Glasgow

Time: Around 8pm

Character Form: Optime

Mood: Friendly

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OOC: sorry it’s a wee bit late. Words - 500

The pleasant smell of sweet venison curled into the night like a tangible heavenly color. Jaden watched the meat slowly cook on a makeshift spit he’d built and his mouth watered. Tonight was Mabon, a celebration the man truly didn’t know existed until only a week or so ago, when it had come up in conversation with one of his pack mates. Apparently everyone was celebrating this night, friends and family.

Unfortunately, neither the Shishen nor to his knowledge Verloren, the young wolf he now somewhat guided and cared for, had been invited as friends to any other party. But this didn’t bother Jaden. The last few months had been the most fulfilling he could remember and after he led the pack hunt, he felt he had finally contributed to his wonderful new family. Celebrating with others he didn’t know well now would come later, when there was more trust between them all as Nayru so wished there to be. For now the man was happy to be celebrating and cooking for his newest young friend.

Little lost, as that is what Verloren had asked him to name her, was hard to judge this early in the short time they had spent together. Jaden didn’t doubt her kind and genuine puppy attitude, but beneath all of that play and wish for attention there was surly a young female developing and a unique personality being built. This he knew little to nothing about. But he would learn or try at least. She’d had no one, just like Jaden. The only difference was that she was a still so young. It was unfair that the pup would have to be alone in these early years with no one to teach her the ways of the wolf. So he would help her along, teacher what she needed and more if that is what she wanted. It was a seemingly small task he could do to strengthen the future of Ichika.

Tossing some more crushed sage onto the cooking deer, Jaden’s hungry blue eyes actually wondered from the meat for a few seconds. He watched idly as shadows danced across the broken street and about the suburban area around them. Dirty white houses seemed to inch away in all directions from the light. Vacant windows stood open or shattered and displayed the darkness of their long abandoned rooms which the fire light could not reach and relinquish. Without the light or the mood of the evening or the millions of starts that seemed to glisten over head with the happiness of the night, their little street might have seemed spooky.

“Lost,” Jaden called for the girl. He wasn’t sure where the young one had gotten herself to while he had been busy preparing the meat. “You haven’t gone and gotten yourself lost once more now?” He teased her only slightly and chuckled quietly to himself. “It would be a shame for me to have to take this entirely wonderful deer all to myself…”

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

Verloren · 10-04-2011, 02:47 PM

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OOC here!

Word Count → 246

The smell of the cooking venison had danced through the pup’s nose for only a moment before its enticing scent lured her back towards the house, where Jaden cooked. She’d never smelt cooking meat and though it carried an alien hint it made her mouth water without control. She couldn’t imagine what it tasted like and was eager to return to her friend. Upon hearing her real name her pace quickened even more and it wasn’t a second after Jaden finished his last second that she appeared from the shadows.

“No, no! I’m kommen (coming)!” Verloren yipped in her usual flat accent as she neared the fire, a high bounce to her trot. However, she jerked to the side when a cherry spark fluttered past her, a thin line of smoke trailing behind it. She had yet to get used to fire, having had it engrained to be a frightful thing. The houses and streets were also among the many things she was relearning.

Taking a long look into the distance she studied the human remnants littering what was once a wild land. She didn’t really think as much as she just stared, taking in the sights. But, she quickly turned her attention back to Jaden, and more interestingly, the deer meat.

“Wvhy do du Koch (cook) it?” she questioned after seating herself near the opposite side of the fire. Her dark golden eyes intently scanning over the meat, while her ears danced along with the flames.

English,, (German),, (sounds like in English)

Table code by the Mentors!

Jaden Ohanzee · 10-11-2011, 02:02 PM

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OOC: It’s a little long... =) Words – 800+

Fire tending was something Jaden did very carefully. When he first leaned how to build a fire his teacher had been Uva Atka’s very best Flame Keeper. Jaden remembered that man easily. Half the Alaskan’s body was covered with scared spots and intimidating tattoos and the other half with rich brown fur. He went on to explain in a one of their later lessons how dangerous fire was. First, he prodded Jaden and his brother with red hot sticks so they new the pain of a fiery mistake then went on to tell the story of how he had once caught himself on fire. The Flame Keeper’s description of melting flesh and scars to prove it easily put a permanent caution on the care of fire. With respect, flame was tame. With arrogance, absentmindedness, or disrespect, it could a very dangerous foe.

Needless to say, there was a well built fire pit for the average sized fire, composed of stones and broken bricks from nearby homes and a large area of mitigated dirt around that. The fire itself sat in the middle of what had once been a lawn during human times. Now it was now an overrun and plainly weed-filled square that did a lot to aid the home’s ancient look. Jaden planned on using this pit regularly, perhaps to show Verloren how to build and contain a fire or to have a nice dinner like this one every so often.

The Ichikan eyed his failsafe as Verloren appeared from the shadows – a filled five gallon blue plastic bucket that sat only a few feet away from where Jaden was tending the fire with a few other cooking and serving tools. It was there just to be safe. Having carried it from the nearest river (which was not very near at all), Jaden quickly realized just how difficult it would be to keep water on hand.

He gazed at Verloren who was now seated on the opposite side of the fire. She was keeping her distance from it and that was instinctual. It could be a while before she felt comfortable around the crackling red beast. The girl was brave though and seemed to trust that she was either far enough away or that Jaden was a good enough tender to keep her safe enough to eye the surroundings. Through the flickering shadows it was difficult to see how she absorbed the deserted seen. He knew she had to be a little shocked with such a transition. Having not lived in human dwellings himself, Jaden was still getting used to it.

Just before he was about to ask about it, the she wolf piped up with one of the accented questions she always seemed to have. For flavor, Jaden said simply.Cooking the meat gives it a different taste. He lifted the bowl of crushed sage he had, one of his favorite spices, and gave it a little shove in her direction. You can add things too, like this. It’s called sage. With an interested look, he waited to hear her observation of the spice.

Turning his attention back to their dinner a minute or two later, he could tell by the way it smelled that it was done. Juices from the large peace of deer flank ran off its edges and tumbled into the flame below, causing a hiss or two every couple of seconds. The flank itself was now a fine browned-grey color with little speckles of green sage leaves here and there. Alright, watch out now. This will be hot… With a little bit of difficulty, Jaden reached around the edges of the fire and took both cool ends of the spit in his paws. As he lifted, the man’s firry chest came within singeing range of the flame’s curly fingers. He could smell his fur burn slightly as he cleared the heat’s range with a heave. Then he was stuck. How to serve the meat had not been part of his plans until now. He stood there for a second and scolded himself for not thinking ahead. Looking along the spit and at the meat only inches from his fur, he quickly decided to use the spit itself to serve off of, plunging one end into the ground by his feet. It stuck strait up and the meat sagged but didn’t slide off its cooking pole into the dirt below.

With a sigh, Jaden patted the warm spot on his chest where the fir had slightly singed and fetched his dagger from near the plastic water jug. Come here, he motioned toward Lost. Try this, but be careful because is still quite hot. The redwood handled dagger’s blade sliced neatly and easily through the cooked and tender flesh. Jaden left a fine sized slab hanging from but not completely cut off of the roasts whole. Pink shown under the meat’s grey in the fire light and begged to be torn into.What do you think? He asked, turning to put the last spit of deer meat on to cook.

Jaden does. "Jaden speaks." Jaden thinks.

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