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Post by Denzel Kumori on Sept 5, 2011 18:36:51 GMT -5
Denzels eyes were begining to change into hatred for the...Werewolf. If he didnt leave her alone soon, she would make him leave. He had no right to just barge in, insult them, and claim its his land. This land is everyones. its an island. how did he get to the island anyways? you deffinitly can swim to the island, and boats were dangerous to take too.
Steele just smirked. Two people asking or telling him to leave was pretty much an average day for him. Only looking at Felicity he says, "Well hinny don't ye know thee island is Kraven hunting grounds? Here and thee homeland is where we get our scran'. No one were' here when we came, therefore" He now says looking at Denzel. "It's OUR-." He starts to say but then clenches his stomach when it starts growling again. He hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning after he had to buy a replacement sword. A werewolf starves nearly twice as fast as a human due to the constant supply of energy needed to fuel a transformation, so not eating for a 1 day and 1/2 is the equivalent of not eating for 3 days. He thought back to what the fanger said, if you werent to rude, id be inviting....you, to eat with us. He didn't really have any other option, the hunger was driving him crazy.
He sighed, "Fang-..I mean hinny." He says reluctantly catching himself. "May Is' please join ye two?" It wasn't the best way to ask but it was the best he knew how.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Denzel Kumori on Sept 7, 2011 16:16:07 GMT -5
She thought for a moment, clenching her teeth slightly. Finally, Denzel sighed when she came to her conclusion. " You can eat with us. BUT, you have to agree to a truce. We are all equal when on this island together. I honestly dont want to deal with Werewolves trying to kill me when i need to get away for a break." she smiled slightly, stirring the meat and adding spices and vegitables from her bag. The vegitables cooked pretty fast.
"Also...what the heck is a 'hinny'? " Denzel looked at him strange. " And would you please stop calling me fanger?! i have a name. Its Denzel. If you cant manage to call me my name, just call me fang. If i wasnt so nice, i would be calling you a dog."
Steele gave what looked like a smile thinking This one's different... but quickly went back to a smirk. He didn't want to come off more desperate than he already was. "Aye hinny isa' term of endearment, like friend er honey. Tis' a minor Geordie thing like if I said Me nyame is Steele an sorry fre calling yee a fanger." He says with a thick Geordie Accent. He carefully looked Denzel over while she was cooking with a puzzled look. The Alpha would flip if he knew what he was doing but he didn't care. Looking at Felicity he grinned thinking of a joke to pull on them. "So light blue haired lass what are yee deein on this island wi Denzel. Surely yee hev a reason te be heor te ."
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Denzel Kumori on Sept 8, 2011 15:16:06 GMT -5
Denzel turned to her spell book. "dont they have any spells for bowls and spoons?!" she flipped through the page, frustrated. "if there isnt a spell...i guess ill have to make my own!"
She gathered 6 equal sized rocks....3 medium ones, and 3 small ones. She then sent magic to her hands with high concentration. denzel clossed her eyes, thinking of bowls and spoons, she lightly touched all the rocks. they began to shake...and then crack. Opening her eyes, Denzel wiped away the cracked pieces. three very deformed bowls and a few almost straight spoon lay on the ground. "well, you guys will have to wash them befor you use them.... very dusty. sandy. Im going to have to improve that spell....."
With a sigh, she walked over to the lake and started scrubbing the sand and any dirt off her stone dishes. "oh, and be careful not to drop them! they WILL sink!" she laughed slightly as she walked back over to them and the big pot of stew.
Steele looked wide eyed. He hadn't seen magic like this before in his entire life. This spell would have sure came in handy on nights when they were away from the table and in the forest. Looking at the somewhat straight spoon and bowl he thought to himself, "aah well aa've had worse" Looking at Denzel he asks, "So Fa-...Denzel," He says catching himself again. "What are ye doin' on this island anyway'?
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Steele looked as if he were about to say a harsh and witty remark but picks up his spoon. Looking it over he just tosses it behind him and starts wolving down his stew without a spoon.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Post by Denzel Kumori on Sept 13, 2011 20:12:38 GMT -5
Denzel smiles slighty as she thinks to herself. 'Just like a small, strange family...'
Picking up her spoon to eat, she went to admire her work.... but instead, she ate her food very fast. Eating as if someone was going to steal her meal.
Post by Denzel Kumori on Sept 13, 2011 20:25:37 GMT -5
"hm?" she swallowed her mouthful of food. "sorry. got carried away..." she looked at Steele. She never knew she would ever dine with a werewolf. But there is a first for everything.
Steele kept eating the stew ferociously ignoring Felicity's wise warning. Setting down his empty bowl, he looked at Denzel and quickly looked away. He'd only been treated with this kind of generosity on his birthday or holidays. In his pack it was "hold your own" 24/7, yet here he was. It was nice to just be away from all of that for a change, maybe he was wrong about Denzel. The erased that thought quickly out of his head, it doesn't matter she was still a vampire and he wasn't about to let his guard down like this again. He had to be strong that's how he was raised.
"So fanger, ti answer your question yee divvent get fed until yee dee yer fair share of hunting." He says rudely. He'd already gotten what he wanted, why stay just to be betrayed. At least that's how he was raised to believe.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."