04-01-2021, 01:52 AM
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he hadn't accepted cleopatra's offer of prey. it was drilled into him to hunt, alone, murmur a prayer before feasting. hunting would be tricky here, he didn't know what kind of food the territory boasted. as long as there were cows, chicken, sheep or goats. and the fish that lorelei gathered with her rotting fresh. those were all halal.
lo and behold, a low grunt to his right caught his attention, turning his head and parting his jaws to track the scent. it was something he wanted- something he was allowed to eat. thank Elohim his religion allowed him to be a carnivore. the kill was clean, smooth. the animal didn't feel any pain and the hellhound dipped his head, almost lying prostrate in front of the kill. "bismillahi wa 'ala baraka-tillah" was murmured, a small chanting song, all thoughts clearing from his mind and only focusing on slicing up the prey in front of him. perfect size to feed a hungry man, he mused with a small grin before dipping his head and tearing into the food.
tasted nice. he stood up, blood dripping from his maw. "Alhamdulillah il-lathi at'amana wasaqana waja'alana Muslimeen." another prayer as he shut his eyes, resting on his haunches.
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