Aurelia
Maybe it's not the end of the world
Maybe we'll find some kind of silver line
Maybe we'll find some kind of silver line
She finds that the taste isn't as vile as she thought it might be. Frogs; they seem kind of gross to eat. The texture was just rubbery, and it... didn't really taste much different than river water on the outside. She finds that her instincts are curiouser and curiouser to know what the inside tastes like. At Ray's explanation, she lifts her head and says, Makes a lot of sense. When I attuned I got a lot of different instincts from the animal, and they get even stronger when I shift. I guess it would only be reasonable to have different tastes as well? Although, most of the time it makes me want to eat leaves.. she chuckles at this. Guess today it's in the mood for some meat.
As soon as Ray decides to go for it, Aurelia follows suit with interest. She doesn't quite eat it as wholly as the leopard does, taking smaller bites and starting with the legs first. She does find that it tastes... kinda good. Oddly good. Agreement melds across the bond, Yeah.. that's how I'd put it too. I think I'd eat it in my natural form. Cooked, though, yeah? She laughs again.
Settling into the grass once she's finished and her belly is full, she snuggles in against the warmth that the sun offers. Even going so far as to roll onto her back and let her paws curl towards her chest and belly.
Hey, Ray? Which god or.. herald do you follow? She asks curiously, since they had been on the subject earlier.
As soon as Ray decides to go for it, Aurelia follows suit with interest. She doesn't quite eat it as wholly as the leopard does, taking smaller bites and starting with the legs first. She does find that it tastes... kinda good. Oddly good. Agreement melds across the bond, Yeah.. that's how I'd put it too. I think I'd eat it in my natural form. Cooked, though, yeah? She laughs again.
Settling into the grass once she's finished and her belly is full, she snuggles in against the warmth that the sun offers. Even going so far as to roll onto her back and let her paws curl towards her chest and belly.
Hey, Ray? Which god or.. herald do you follow? She asks curiously, since they had been on the subject earlier.
And somewhere down it
we're bound to doubt it
we're bound to doubt it
