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Post by Hallucination on Jan 16, 2013 21:33:46 GMT -5
While he was away hunting, Ayane had already switched the cloth together to form a cloak, had using the bone to cut the front in half, along with button holes, before using her claws and the thread to stitch the bone fragments on to the cloak, making sure they worked perfectly. Taking her claw to the still wet blood she had put in a small stone bowl she always carried around, she began to write in the ancient language of her people on the shoulder of the cloak. The symbols for 'Brave Hunter' was what she wrote upon in. Suddenly she heard the wolf approaching the hut again, waiting patiently for him to come in.
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Post by damonhunter99 on Jan 16, 2013 23:21:08 GMT -5
He came in the door, and smiled at the vixen, "I caught dinner,"He said looking to the clothes she had made. He rose a brow, seeing the different symbols she had put on them, and the clothes themselves, "You're good at that,"He noted pointing to the clothes with his bow, then he tapped the deer with his bow, "I've never been terribly good at clothworks,"He shrugged, "Never needed to be."He added, setting the deer down, and his bow next to it.
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Post by Hallucination on Jan 16, 2013 23:26:28 GMT -5
"I see." Ayane responded, carefully apply pressure to the symbols with her paw so the blood would stain the symbols perfectly, never to wash out. "I hope you don't mind the symbols. It means Brave Hunter in my language." She added, looking at the familiar symbols that her mother had taught her very long ago. I guess Ayane could say, she was /halfly/ in a tribe. Her mother's family of loners held their own traditions for very long, and passed them down through the generations. Like a tribe would.
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Post by damonhunter99 on Jan 16, 2013 23:30:56 GMT -5
He shrugged, "I do not mind,"He said and pulled out his knife, "And the thought is most appreciated,"He said looking to her. He then cut the vines off, and began to skin the deer, "After I finish this,"He began, "You can start on dinner when you'd like."He noted, "Probably will be better then anything I could cook,"He continued, "I can cook... but it never come out quite right..."He finished, rubbign his neck slightly, then noticing she had been using blood for some of the markings, "Do you want me to save some of this blood for you...?"He asked looking over to her.
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Post by Hallucination on Jan 16, 2013 23:36:41 GMT -5
"Yes, if you could please." Ayane said with a nod,taking the leftover from the small pelt, which was now smooth and droop because the base of the pelt was used for thread, leaving nothing but the white, scroll-like hare's fur. Perfect /for/ a scroll. After getting blood, she could use it for writing and drawing while she was bored, and just wash it off her swipe it away before it dried to reuse it when she was done.
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Post by damonhunter99 on Jan 17, 2013 2:43:48 GMT -5
He nodded and stopped skinning it for a moment, before be grabbed a old canteen like sack, that obviosuly hadn't been used in a while. He positioned it to catch the blood, leaking form the deer, once it was full he put the stopper back on and set it by the vixen. He then went back to skinning the beast, once he finished he cut the meat into portions, then he set a few by the vixen, and took the pelt, and stretched it out outside, so that it would dry. He then moved back into the hut, and walked over to her cast. He picked it up, and picked up where he left off, "I should be done soon,"He noted, "Perhaps after I could watch you cook, assuming you still are cooking then,"He said and chuckled, "Maybe then I could see why my food always tastes so damned horrible."He said smiling playfully at her.
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Post by Hallucination on Jan 17, 2013 6:28:31 GMT -5
"Alright." Ayane replied with a small smile, getting up from the table, using strictly her leg and toes of the hurt leg for support. She opened up a pouch she always had inside her dress, taking out some mint that she stored, ripping the leaves in to pieces and sprinkling them over the meat for flavor. Moving the pieces over to the cook furnace, she placed them in the proper area and walked back over to a table, simple as that. Counting down in her mind so she'd know when it was time to slip the meat on to the next side and sprinkle the next batch of mint on it.
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Post by damonhunter99 on Jan 17, 2013 7:35:26 GMT -5
By the time she had finished with the first side, he had finished with the Cast, he took it and walked over to her. He smiled and motioned for her sprained leg, "You still wont be able to run,"He noted, "But, walking shouldn't be too painful."He said and painted to soem ties on the side, "If your leg starts to hurt, losen these up, and don't forget the mixture I gave you."He said, "It'll help with the pain, as well as the infection,"He said and looked to the meat, his mouth watering as the smell from it being cooked reached his nose.
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Post by Hallucination on Jan 17, 2013 7:43:48 GMT -5
"Okay, I shall remember that." Ayane said with a nod, then lifted her leg up so he could look at it. It would be a disability to not be able to run for awhile, that was like her specialty. But she could make due in the meantime somehow.
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Post by damonhunter99 on Jan 17, 2013 23:28:21 GMT -5
He looked to the meat, "Well,"He began, "Perhaps you could show me why my food tastes so damned horrible?"He chuckled, and settled down beside her, putting the cast on her leg, then watching the food cook contently. He normally prefered being alone these days, but this seemed nice, he couldn't help but like this. He thought for a moment, "So,"He began, more to start a conversation then anything else, as he obviously had nothing planned after the word had past his lips.
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Post by Hallucination on Jan 18, 2013 9:28:27 GMT -5
"Well, just tell me what you do." Ayane replied, wondering how it was possible to make food taste terrible. Unless, of course, he seasoned it with grass or something. That /might/ make it taste terrible.
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