10-11-2018, 07:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2018, 07:28 PM by NUI HARIME.)
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she is aware of the arrival of others. a face she's never seen before. a mute feline of curly hair. she blinks carefully at tadashi as he moves beside her, though she acknowledges his presence and keeps her gaze trained on milua, out of a simple shred of quiet wonder.
the inu queries what he likes to eat.
"red, juicy, drippy meat!"
at the words, her mouth waters, mind wandering towards tender things. of stringy things. of the heat of blood so warm and soothing.
if she's not careful, her own mouth may start watering.
ears prick at the sound of atbash's voice, soothing, soft tones and words to entice the child. this is proving to be an interesting gathering.
"it's as atbash said! you're in luck! she hums, easing away the phantom tingles of her reverie. clearly this youth has good taste in food.
she thinks ans she thinks. and the thought of plump meat makes her hungry-- makes her want to sink her teeth into something as well.
how well can her teeth sink into something if it's flat?
her mind loses it's momentum for a moment, pondering on the jaws meant to chew and grind vegetables and leaves into a fine paste. she has only ever savored blood in this form, never the gratifying carrion of flesh. already, she misses the pleasures of her feline form. lethal, jagged teeth meant for cutting into fat and muscle; far more befitting of what she was capable of.
"i like meat too. you have excellent judgment," she croons. and yes, despite her herbivorous body, nui likes meat. loves everything about it, in fact. she loves it most when it's live, the flesh of a creature with a still beating heart. so very very fresh, still alive and struggling under her grip. that is perhaps, the truest form of satisfaction to her.
she wants to ask if the child has a favorite taste-- but he seems so young and simple in the most innocent that nui wonders if he'd be able to give her a viable answer.
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SNOWBOUND
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ICESTRIKER
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ICESTRIKER
[div style="width: 360px; font-family: verdana; color: white; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]❝ LA VI EST DROLE! ❞
she is aware of the arrival of others. a face she's never seen before. a mute feline of curly hair. she blinks carefully at tadashi as he moves beside her, though she acknowledges his presence and keeps her gaze trained on milua, out of a simple shred of quiet wonder.
the inu queries what he likes to eat.
"red, juicy, drippy meat!"
at the words, her mouth waters, mind wandering towards tender things. of stringy things. of the heat of blood so warm and soothing.
if she's not careful, her own mouth may start watering.
ears prick at the sound of atbash's voice, soothing, soft tones and words to entice the child. this is proving to be an interesting gathering.
"it's as atbash said! you're in luck! she hums, easing away the phantom tingles of her reverie. clearly this youth has good taste in food.
she thinks ans she thinks. and the thought of plump meat makes her hungry-- makes her want to sink her teeth into something as well.
how well can her teeth sink into something if it's flat?
her mind loses it's momentum for a moment, pondering on the jaws meant to chew and grind vegetables and leaves into a fine paste. she has only ever savored blood in this form, never the gratifying carrion of flesh. already, she misses the pleasures of her feline form. lethal, jagged teeth meant for cutting into fat and muscle; far more befitting of what she was capable of.
"i like meat too. you have excellent judgment," she croons. and yes, despite her herbivorous body, nui likes meat. loves everything about it, in fact. she loves it most when it's live, the flesh of a creature with a still beating heart. so very very fresh, still alive and struggling under her grip. that is perhaps, the truest form of satisfaction to her.
she wants to ask if the child has a favorite taste-- but he seems so young and simple in the most innocent that nui wonders if he'd be able to give her a viable answer.
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