02-03-2016, 08:54 PM
If the rodent man didn't keep it down or his sister show him cod meat, he certainly would be eaten or at least mauled by Luce, but luckily his face was stck in the glass and he was content. At least he was until he saw the sheathing case of the Fang of the Wolf empty. The shifter had it out to symoblize to the bartender that she could take care of herself and also cut a peice of meat from her meal, and it cut a bit too easily than normal meat would and it was whitish-pink and in layers. Mora seemed confused about it, tried to stab it with the magic dagger, but it cut again. "What the..?" Very unusual to someone who had never had fish before. A couple more times failed and eventually, the wolf-raised woman just used her hands and stuffed some in her mouth. Her arms folded as she chewed angrily at the food, but i grew on her and the pale woman nodded. It wasn't buffalo, which was much further than here, but it wasn't plants.
"Hey Luce, want some? It's a bit tricky but it's really good!" Manners were taught by townspeople who had helped her get used to civilization and she at the very east memorized her table mannners, so she waited until she swallowed to offer some to her travel companion. The dark wolf bolted up and glared at the cod in her mits. A toss, and he was in the air, snapping at the flecks of food flying to him. A simple landing on the back took his body by shock, but Luceundi rolled it off and vaccumed up the bits he was treated with.
Then a human male trotted in and set by a stool and asked for whatever he had just cooked her. And....was that a snake on his arm!? Noting th serpent and he wanted what she had, made the woman slide her plate further from him. Slightly she was growling, which in wolf language meant 'Back away. This is mine.' Luce's orange eyes gawked at the new-comer and snorted at him. {Who's 'Sir FancyPants' here and what in Grimm's name is that walking beside him?} "Shut up!!" Mora whispered to her false pet to stop making noise so she wouldn't have to seem nuts for talking to an animal that only made yowling noises to ordinairy people. "I'll ask him! Uh..excuse me," The wolf shifter inquired a bit cautious and alert, "Who are you?"
Luceundi just rolled his eyes as the bipeds were conversing and saw one of the drunkard elves were going to try and pet him! If there was one thing you absolutely did NOT do with Luce, unless you were his adopted sis, and that was petting him. He would let her know what they were doing and what he was going to do, just in case in here it was a bad thing to defend yourself from things that were coming at you. {Mora, one of those elves is coming at me. He's trying to pet me, Mora. Do something or I will....} As the elf neared the larger his war-face was showing and the louder his growl got.
"Hey Luce, want some? It's a bit tricky but it's really good!" Manners were taught by townspeople who had helped her get used to civilization and she at the very east memorized her table mannners, so she waited until she swallowed to offer some to her travel companion. The dark wolf bolted up and glared at the cod in her mits. A toss, and he was in the air, snapping at the flecks of food flying to him. A simple landing on the back took his body by shock, but Luceundi rolled it off and vaccumed up the bits he was treated with.
Then a human male trotted in and set by a stool and asked for whatever he had just cooked her. And....was that a snake on his arm!? Noting th serpent and he wanted what she had, made the woman slide her plate further from him. Slightly she was growling, which in wolf language meant 'Back away. This is mine.' Luce's orange eyes gawked at the new-comer and snorted at him. {Who's 'Sir FancyPants' here and what in Grimm's name is that walking beside him?} "Shut up!!" Mora whispered to her false pet to stop making noise so she wouldn't have to seem nuts for talking to an animal that only made yowling noises to ordinairy people. "I'll ask him! Uh..excuse me," The wolf shifter inquired a bit cautious and alert, "Who are you?"
Luceundi just rolled his eyes as the bipeds were conversing and saw one of the drunkard elves were going to try and pet him! If there was one thing you absolutely did NOT do with Luce, unless you were his adopted sis, and that was petting him. He would let her know what they were doing and what he was going to do, just in case in here it was a bad thing to defend yourself from things that were coming at you. {Mora, one of those elves is coming at me. He's trying to pet me, Mora. Do something or I will....} As the elf neared the larger his war-face was showing and the louder his growl got.