SOLEIL
the light of dawn is coming
While she had been quite generous in throwing the discarded meat towards the birds, Soleil narrows her eyes at the persistent one that holds her gaze. Does it not understand that it is prey? Is it attempting to persuade her to throw it something so it need not fight the larger birds?
Distracted as Hadama hands her his knife, Soleil takes it with all the confidence of a young woman raised to be a hunter, carefully carving out another chunk that she sections into pieces and pops into her mouth. Though she can't help but wrinkle her nose slightly at the notion of salads. "Mrh. I don't like salads much." This would normally be attributed to youth, but Soleil's palette - while forcibly widened after obtaining human tastebuds - prefers meat and berries to leafy greens. Even root vegetables were preferable. Eyeing what remains and considering, Soleil grins slightly. "I don't know, I think I could eat two," she laughs; her sleek frame is deceiving as she has a monstrous appetite, whittled down only by a lucky metabolism and inability to sit still.
Attention redirected she bristles again at the bird, predatory instincts wanting to scare the thing off and snap her teeth to remind it that this is her food. She had done it plenty of times to other children in her early education and her teachers had never broken her of it. Mostly because it had always worked, so Sol never saw a point in stopping. "What benefit?" she asks warily, willing to have an open mind even if rather reluctantly.
Distracted as Hadama hands her his knife, Soleil takes it with all the confidence of a young woman raised to be a hunter, carefully carving out another chunk that she sections into pieces and pops into her mouth. Though she can't help but wrinkle her nose slightly at the notion of salads. "Mrh. I don't like salads much." This would normally be attributed to youth, but Soleil's palette - while forcibly widened after obtaining human tastebuds - prefers meat and berries to leafy greens. Even root vegetables were preferable. Eyeing what remains and considering, Soleil grins slightly. "I don't know, I think I could eat two," she laughs; her sleek frame is deceiving as she has a monstrous appetite, whittled down only by a lucky metabolism and inability to sit still.
Attention redirected she bristles again at the bird, predatory instincts wanting to scare the thing off and snap her teeth to remind it that this is her food. She had done it plenty of times to other children in her early education and her teachers had never broken her of it. Mostly because it had always worked, so Sol never saw a point in stopping. "What benefit?" she asks warily, willing to have an open mind even if rather reluctantly.
ready to return everything the darkness stole
