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Dr.Nekoshu
Mistory
Mistory
Magnus
He was instantly more interested in the female than the sword now, not the female who owned the sword, but the one carrying his food. He was interested because she held his food. He started drooling all over the place now, his tongue following the ridge of his snout as he licked his maw. Horse meat was his second favorite food of all time. And she had a lot of it. His tail swayed side to side in somewhat excitement as she set the large plate down in front of him.
Yes, it was raw! "It seems you have have retrieved enough of it to keep me docile for a few hours, and you brought it raw. Perhaps I could start finding other beings somewhat useful" He growled. That was his version of a compliment, not much of one but its something he does not tend to do often. He turned his attention back to his meal and his large jaws opened and as if the meat itself was alive, ready to be silence, he snapped his jaws around it.
He longed for the taste of blood in his jaws, but it still tasted great nonetheless. He enjoyed the struggle of his prey, watching them lash in his jaws as he effortlessly held them until they gave up or bled out. He enjoyed feeling the rush of copper across his tongue when he took the first bite. He enjoyed the futile screams of the dying, knowing they would never get away from him was a thought that was just so deliciously addicting.
He tore into the food, not minding anyone else nearby. He looked like he hadnt eaten for weeks, when infact he hadnt eaten for just two days.
Quintara
She was roused from her thoughts by the man, looking up from her scratched armor. She looked the man over, clad in dark robes and such. Mysterious to say the least. Maybe he was just dressed like that for a journey across a sandy place, she had more than enough experience with sandy dunes, walking, and sand being places where sand should never be. Curse that damn desert. And her sword couldnt exactly hop through the sand either so she had to carry him.
She shook herself out of her own thoughts, then realized he was asking her about her sword. And her sword was bothering him. "What did I tell you about bothering people?" She looked at the sword. The sword turned and seemed to hiss at her, its jewel turning red. "Dont you turn that color at me, I wish sheath you" She threatened. The sword returned to giving its attention to the man who had been giving him attention.
"I'm sorry about him, he's been a bit difficult lately. If he's bothering you I can make him leave you alone" She said to the man. Then her mind kind of registered his question. "Oh! Well that is quite a story, a long one at that. Shortened version is I got him from some kind of wizard guy, and the sword kind of picked me I guess. Or at least that's what I was told" She explained. "He doesnt like any name I try to give him so I just call him 'sword'"
He was instantly more interested in the female than the sword now, not the female who owned the sword, but the one carrying his food. He was interested because she held his food. He started drooling all over the place now, his tongue following the ridge of his snout as he licked his maw. Horse meat was his second favorite food of all time. And she had a lot of it. His tail swayed side to side in somewhat excitement as she set the large plate down in front of him.
Yes, it was raw! "It seems you have have retrieved enough of it to keep me docile for a few hours, and you brought it raw. Perhaps I could start finding other beings somewhat useful" He growled. That was his version of a compliment, not much of one but its something he does not tend to do often. He turned his attention back to his meal and his large jaws opened and as if the meat itself was alive, ready to be silence, he snapped his jaws around it.
He longed for the taste of blood in his jaws, but it still tasted great nonetheless. He enjoyed the struggle of his prey, watching them lash in his jaws as he effortlessly held them until they gave up or bled out. He enjoyed feeling the rush of copper across his tongue when he took the first bite. He enjoyed the futile screams of the dying, knowing they would never get away from him was a thought that was just so deliciously addicting.
He tore into the food, not minding anyone else nearby. He looked like he hadnt eaten for weeks, when infact he hadnt eaten for just two days.
Quintara
She was roused from her thoughts by the man, looking up from her scratched armor. She looked the man over, clad in dark robes and such. Mysterious to say the least. Maybe he was just dressed like that for a journey across a sandy place, she had more than enough experience with sandy dunes, walking, and sand being places where sand should never be. Curse that damn desert. And her sword couldnt exactly hop through the sand either so she had to carry him.
She shook herself out of her own thoughts, then realized he was asking her about her sword. And her sword was bothering him. "What did I tell you about bothering people?" She looked at the sword. The sword turned and seemed to hiss at her, its jewel turning red. "Dont you turn that color at me, I wish sheath you" She threatened. The sword returned to giving its attention to the man who had been giving him attention.
"I'm sorry about him, he's been a bit difficult lately. If he's bothering you I can make him leave you alone" She said to the man. Then her mind kind of registered his question. "Oh! Well that is quite a story, a long one at that. Shortened version is I got him from some kind of wizard guy, and the sword kind of picked me I guess. Or at least that's what I was told" She explained. "He doesnt like any name I try to give him so I just call him 'sword'"
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