A quaint camp (licendous and lethal but open)

[Licendous Gestral]

Timestamp: 11th Day of spring, 511 AV
Location: Small camp
PC's: Licendous, Lethal
Statues: Open

The dark sky above them signaled it was almost night fall, the purplish blue sky filled with dense clouds. Seemed to grow ever more defiant of the suns light as it sank below the vast expanse that was the horizon. "Hrrm, where is he... i'm getting hungry." He grumbled his low coarse voice, his long air resting around his face guarding his eyes from view as he held the first weapon he ever created in-front of him looking down at the blade, loving the feel of its steel in his hands. the log fire in-front of him crackled as he sat the still as a statue and twice as silent. He was looking at his work trying to ascertain it's value should he be force to see it at one point. Raising his head slowly he revealed a pair of deep green eyes which scoured the area, taking in his surrounding. the rolling fields in-front of him and to the left, a large ominous wood behind him to the right. He re-sheathed the blade and rose from his seated position. walking slowly giving his legs the time to stretch they deserved he gras[ped another log from the small pile that lay a small distance away and tossed the log onto the fire pit. He brushed the hair out of his face and behind him tying it off and revealign a small beard of stubble across his face. Reaching a hand up slowly he stroked the stubble and groaned. " Looks like i'm going to need another shave soon enough..." He sighed heavily the cold frost bitten air making his breath steam as it left his mouth. The warmth of the fire was a blessing to stave off the cold. Slowly returning to his seat in-front of the fire he awaited the return of his travelling companion and friend.

[Ambrose Wheeler]

He looks up to the sky, seeing how long he's been out and thinks to himself, " I'd better hurry..Knowing him he's probably bored out of his mind.." He stalks back to the camp slowly on his dark furry paws, dragging the bloody corpse of a deer with him, holding it in his jaws. Approaches the camp at a comfortable pace, his fierce eyes scanning for his partner. Steps close to the fire before it finally highlights his black hide that hides him so well in the dark.

[Licendous Gestral]

Half gazing and half scowling he glanced at the mat black wolf in his low and coarse voice he growld ina tone which would make real wolves cower. "Your late...but at least you caught a decent meal..." standing he took the corpse of the deer from the jaws of the wolf pulled out the eating knife he hat seated in his belt, and in one clean stroke, and a loud snap he took the he severed the spinal cord of the dead creature, then he began to take the knife through it's throat and hacked it's head clean off. which landed on the moist earth with a dull thud. With that he began to slowly skin and clean the animal blood tricking out of it as he cleaned it, being careful not to tear the pelt of the animal, as he sliced it open blood got into and onto the fur which he then rested onto the dirt as a blanked for the meat which lie on the carcass. Their first taste of meat in 2 days, even though they had camped close to the river, no fish were biting. He grinned as he began to think. He could flog the pet at market for a good price or use it for his own purpose. Finishing cleaning the animal, he wiped the blade of on the fur of the head and sterilized the blade in the fire before replacing it back into his belt. " Get some sticks lethal and some rope, bout 4ft should do. I'm going to make a spit for our meal." He grunted as he placed the carcass onto it's skin.

[Ambrose Wheeler]

He curls his nose at the scent of the blood, letting his ears lower as Licendous' voice fills them. He nods and reverts back to human form, his fur sinking back into his body while slowly getting back onto two legs. He walks back to his tent and goes into his bag, pulling out some rope while taking out his blade, cutting it at just over 4 feet, then wrapping it over his shoulder and down across his body so it stays put while he gathers sticks. Walking back to his travelling friend after gathering a decent amount. "here, just as you asked" He says in a smooth but worn out voice as he unwraps the rope from around him.

[Licendous Gestral]

Lashing 2 sticks together in an A frame design with little over a foot of rope per pair of sticks which he ad severed from the main piece. The rope felt coarse and well worn, cheap rope always did but at least it was reliable, lasting some of the worst weather with little effort. placing each of these over either end of the tire pit digging the ends of the frames into the dirt. he turned back to the carcass of seer still lightly dripping with blood, it's smell filled the air. Smelled like dinner, Grasping a larger slightly more robust stick he lashed the carcass to it with the top and then places it into the crossed tops of the A frames. Lethal, turn the deer and let the flesh char to black whilst letting it cook thoroughly, so keep turning it on the fire. Licendous requested lightly in his craggy coarse voice. Lifting the damp mud and blood stained pelt he walked to the river behind him and washed the pelt off to clean perfection. That will fetch a nice price, not much but a good price. Hovering the pelt above the food and fire he used the heat to dry it off and then placed the pelt into his backpack. Smiling he then hunkered back into his seated position until the food was ready and able to consume. The smell of fresh meat made him salivate and his belly growl at the prospect of food. "Our first decent meal in 2 days, i only have one question lethal, do you want the heart ?" Licendous loved the hearts of animals often discarded he found them to be the best flavored and most flavorsome pieces of meat on an animal, for the cheapest price. Though he loved them he would offer them in case any one else wanted it instead.

[Ambrose Wheeler]

He does as asked and keeps slowly turning the carcass over the fire, sitting close but not being affected too much by the heat since it's so cold out. "No it's okay, you can have it." He replied softly, knowing how much Licendous loved the hearts, whereas he always preferred the basic meat. After a while he notices the meat is thoroughly cooked and stops turning it, his portion of the work over for the time being. "It's all cooked, dig in." He stands up and stretches, letting his muscles tighten up then relax, a feeling he had always found extremely calming.

[Licendous Gestral]

Licendous reached for the fire pit and sliced the breast of the carcass open with his knife, reaching into it feeling the heat of the fire as he pierced the heart with his knife and lifted it over the fire giving it a little extra roasting as he then tucked into his meal. Succulent and juicy meat the first he had eaten in 2 days, he grinned as he chewed. Closing his eyes and relaxing he swallowed his first mouthful. "Brilliant. first food in days and something with a lot of flavour...nice catch lethal." Devouring the rest of the heart like a man possessed, he then slowly carved of hunks of meat which he slowly ate, savoring each delectable piece. Slowly his belly filled and he decided he would turn in for the night, clambering into his open tent and into the bedroll he felt safe and secure, the roaring and cracking warmth of the fire and the snugness of the bed roll he lay in. He wondered why he had ever missed home....

[Ambrose Wheeler]

"Well, I do always try to provide." He said with a smile, before taking his own knife and cutting off some meat. the fire crackling under his hands made his heart beat a little faster, giving his face a reddish tint, while he ate. After he had filled his stomach, lethal took the stick with the meat on it off the fire, sticking one end into the ground so it stood straight up, Then sat outside his tent looking up at the dark night sky, lit up by the stars and a tint of red from the fire and orange.