08-09-2019, 03:36 PM
All of these things were incredibly foreign to her. Vathmos was busy eating when she heard the music start playing. She was, quite happily, licking out a squirrel's ribcage and swallowing the juicy heart when she heard it. Her head popped up and her ears perked, reflexively licking the blood from her chops and looked outside her window, seeing the bonfire in the distance. "Whowartee itse teehowartee?" Fire was normally a sign of danger and a bad omen- fire was dangerous and would destroy the homes. The tribe was cautious around fire. The one fire they had in the tribe was tended to by the slaves. One of the monkeys, specifically. They couldn't start and tend to fires easily, due to their paws and being preoccupied.
She finally came out of her home, trodding towards the fire, and, upon arrival, kept her distance from it. She found the s'more ingredients and smelled them cautiously. She had never seen these things before. She hopped onto the seat part of the picnic tape, planting dirty forepaws onto the table, and sniffing the food and drinks. Some of it smelled gross, others smelled.... drinkable. She focused her nose on the white, fluffy things, and curiously lapped one into her mouth. She tried to chew on it but found it sticking to the roof of her mouth. She fell backward and off the table, making a heaving sound as she tried to get the marshmallow out of her mouth, spitting it onto the ground, covered in her drool and saliva. Vathmos shook, sniffing the marshmallow and trying to decide it she should try to eat it again. Her ears perked once more, attention turning to the music device. She had never heard such music- in her tribe, most music was performed via chanting and beating on something to produce a beat.
She left the marshmallow behind in the dirt, approaching the gang and glancing between them, noting who was present. She briefly looked at Wormwood, then looked away. "What kind of music is that, Leroy? It sounds weird." She said, looking at the fellow dog.
She finally came out of her home, trodding towards the fire, and, upon arrival, kept her distance from it. She found the s'more ingredients and smelled them cautiously. She had never seen these things before. She hopped onto the seat part of the picnic tape, planting dirty forepaws onto the table, and sniffing the food and drinks. Some of it smelled gross, others smelled.... drinkable. She focused her nose on the white, fluffy things, and curiously lapped one into her mouth. She tried to chew on it but found it sticking to the roof of her mouth. She fell backward and off the table, making a heaving sound as she tried to get the marshmallow out of her mouth, spitting it onto the ground, covered in her drool and saliva. Vathmos shook, sniffing the marshmallow and trying to decide it she should try to eat it again. Her ears perked once more, attention turning to the music device. She had never heard such music- in her tribe, most music was performed via chanting and beating on something to produce a beat.
She left the marshmallow behind in the dirt, approaching the gang and glancing between them, noting who was present. She briefly looked at Wormwood, then looked away. "What kind of music is that, Leroy? It sounds weird." She said, looking at the fellow dog.
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