Mynx

Now I'm imagining a wolf who can't walk straight hunting a villager who is just as bad...

Lol. Excellent! I am busy tonight but I will do my best to get the ball rolling tomorrow

It's going to be a battle of drunks... Players: - Peredhil - Abercrombe, the sheep and goat herder - Tanuchan - Tennison, daughter of the local innkeeper - Patrick - John, a young man - Lord Panther - Curtis, the town drunk - Venefyxatu - Graham, the town idiot/drunk - Azuran - TBA

Junior always was a loser, Nothing like his brother, Luther Or his mother, who was a cougar Though of the three, he was the cuter Still, the young lad was a trooper Persevering as a suitor Tutor, Super, even Ruler Producer but never looter Eventually he heard a rumor Triggering possible futures So Junior took up arms with Cooper And decided to become a Rooster OOC: Not even going to try to compete with Tanny's record

I like my tail where it is, thankyouverymuch Welcome back, Azuran. Please, join in the madness

Mynx made a small huffing sound as the bundle was pushed at her, dropping the book in order to catch the package. Hugging it to her chest, she watched Peredhil with a rather bemused expression, one ear twitching thoughtfully. "I thought we were already courting?" She asked. "What has this past month been, then?" "I don't want there to be any cause for misunderstanding," Peredhil said. "You've been restricted here while I recover, and we haven't really addressed the topic since you left. Not properly, anyway." He shook his head. "I don't want you to feel trapped or obligated, simply because of what happened when I was trying to heal you." "Trying to kill yourself, you mean," she teased fondly, smiling. "I'm not staying here out of obligation, Peredhil. Believe me; if I wanted out, I'd find a way. I'll admit I'm still... adjusting to the premise of having a suitor, let alone a husband. But what I told you before I left hasn't changed." Looking down at the bundle in her arms, the feline's smile became rather shy. "Thank you for these. I know you said it was 'Ro's idea, but the sentiment is all your own." "I'd like to think I'd have thought of it eventually if he hadn't beaten me to it." Peredhil grinned, giddy with relief. Mynx giggled at the look on his face. "So does this mean you're going to stop twitching at my touch, then?" "Ahhh-ha ha ha... Are you hungry? I'm a little hungry. Maybe I could take you somewhere new for dinner?"

"...Oh..." Mynx was speechless for too long - she could sense Peredhil was starting to get anxious at her lack of reaction, but she was too stunned to think of any words. She'd never been turned into art before, and even with the rough design she could see how she might be beautiful in his perspective. "Oh?" Peredhil prompted, unable to help himself. Blinking, the feline swallowed and smiled at the Elf. "They're beautiful. Thank you, so much." "You're sure?" He didn't look convinced. "If you don't like them, you can just-" "I love them," Mynx reassured, before laughing. "I just think I'm going to have to up my game. Wine hardly compares to this." "It's the thought behind the gift I care about," Peredhil said with a slightly giddy grin - she'd liked them! "Well, I'll still have to think about better options." Nuzzling his shoulder, Mynx finally got up to go and take a bath. *** It took Peredhil almost a month to get back to where he'd been when Mynx had left. He didn't seem to mind the enforced rest, though, as long as the feline stayed close, and she was more than happy to use the time to catch up on her own rest. The courting itself was gradual, though Mynx couldn't be certain if that was due to Peredhil's weakened state or his shyness. At least self-doubt was no longer a constant presence in the bond, but he still had his moments. He nearly had a heart-attack the first night Mynx suggested he didn't need to put a sheet between them in the bed. A heart-attack, and then resembled a plank of wood as she snuggled up to him at night. No fear of being taken advantage of, even with her consent to pursuit. Elrohir returned first from his venture, a few days after Mynx, and looked positively gleeful at the sight of his father now beginning to interact with a purpose around the feline, however shy. Elladan took another week, and returned with a slight limp, a "reverse-Mohawk" where a strip of hair had been burnt short, and an utterly neutral expression. Although he barely seemed to twitch when he was informed that Mynx had indeed returned, and by appearances was serious in pursuing a relationship with his father, the feline thought she caught the barest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Granted, he still watched her suspiciously, but Mynx liked to think that he'd softened enough to at least have a chance to explain any misunderstanding that might take place at this point. Sooner or later she would have to talk to him, though.

So. It was a dark, stormy night; the kind of night that either gives you creepy nightmares, or makes you wonder whether the world will see another dawn. The kind of night where you'd expect to see no one in the streets. So full of dark shadows, created by the shaded lamplights scattered through the streets... There was at least someone - who wasn't afraid of that lonesome feeling - walking the paths. Facing the storm without even a protection other than the cloak's hood, carelessly thrown up over their face. What this somewhat ghostly, somewhat unsettling figure was doing out was nobody's business. Or maybe just a few people's; their own, their solicitor. What would this commission entail? One wondered...

"Okay, okay, I'm coming - quit tugging, Wolf!" Mynx almost tripped over her own tail as Tanny continued to use it to drag the feline after her. "How many times do I have to tell you that it's not a chew toy?" “I’m not chewing you, Kitty… not yet.” Tanny grinned, giving a last tug on the tail in her hand to make a point. “Can always Shift, if you prefer.” Giggling when Mynx rolled her eyes and muttered something or other, Tanny stopped at the wall opposite where they had been sitting, just across the entrance to the room. “Zool’s birthday,” she said as an explanation. “Ideas?” Focusing with an ease born of the practice she’d got in her time away from the Keep, Tanny found and Wove a few Air and Water threads, creating strings of glinting, pearly droplets that she used to decorate the wall. “It’s just not a birthday without balloons. Or a close approximation, at least.” Grinning, Mynx flexed her paws and began to conjure some brightly coloured, glowing orbs, which she set to hover around Tanny’s strings. “What are we going to do for a cake?” “Red Velvet,” Tanny decided after a moment. “Do you get it, or do I bake one?” She looked towards the kitchens. “The preservation spells held, so all ingredients should be there.” While mentally reviewing the recipe in her mind, she flicked her fingers in what seemed to be a random pattern. Over and around some of Mynx’s orbs, flickers of fire - contained within what looked like soap bubbles - started dancing in random patterns. “Baking takes too long,” Mynx said. “Give me a minute.” Winking at her friend, she set off out of the room at a quick trot. The feline was gone for all of ten minutes before she returned with a lavishly decorated cake, some sort of greeting written on it in an unintelligible language. “What does that even say?” Tanny asked. “No clue,” Mynx admitted. “Hopefully, Happy Birthday?” “... Right. Let’s hope Zool is not versed in that language...” Taking the cake from her friend’s paws, Tanny set it on the table - already covered with a brilliant green tablecloth, plates, and drinks and snacks that she had recovered from the pantry. “Are we missing anything?” “The guest of honour?” Mynx suggested. “Yes! Get me a banner, Kitty?” Rolling her eyes again, Mynx nevertheless began to rummage in her shadows until she pulled out a large banner. Working together, the two friends set it up over the table where it read: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOOL!

Okay! Let me see if I can make this make sense. The game will have only one Wolf, but we are going to have the introduction of a new set of specials: the Spirit. The Spirit is the ghost of a Villager who has been killed, either via lynching or by the Wolf. Essentially, it gives the player a second chance at the game, though there's an added feature to the role. Every time a Spirit is created, there is a 50% chance that they are Malevolent. A Malevolent Spirit does not work with the Wolf, but they both have the same end goal - eliminate the Villagers and Benevolent Spirits. A Benevolent Spirit, like the Villagers, is trying to kill the Wolf and Banish any Malevolent Spirits. If they are Benevolent, they also have a 50% chance of becoming a Seer, or (if there is already a Seer Spirit), a Baner. The role will not be announced to the players at large, only to the individuals affected. It is up to you to use the information as you wish. Spirits cannot interact directly with players, but that doesn't mean they can't find a way to make contact - talk to people in dreams, work on your poltergeist-isms, I'm sure you'll figure it out. A Spirit's vote counts as one, just like all other players. During Day phase, Villagers can decide to either attempt to lynch the Wolf, or hire a Priest (NPC) to Banish the Spirit if they suspect it to be Malevolent. During Night phase, the Wolf can target and Banish a Spirit instead of kill a Villager. A Banished Spirit is truly gone from the game - so no Spirits of Spirits, sorry Roles will not be disclosed at the time of lynching, death, or Banishment, so you're just going to have to stay on your toes. Criteria for an End Game: Wolf and Malevolent Spirits = Villagers and Benevolent Spirits -> Wolf/Malevolent Spirits win. Wolf and Malevolent Spirits all successfully lynched/Banished -> Villagers/Benevolent Spirits win. Please, post here or PM me with any questions about this new development Players: - Peredhil - Abercrombe, the sheep and goat herder - Tanuchan - Tennison, daughter of the local innkeeper - Patrick - John, a young man - Lord Panther - TBA - Venefyxatu - Graham, the town idiot/drunk I intend to begin the game this coming week.

"Woof woof," Mynx agreed with Tanny as she plopped down in a seat beside her friend and took a drink, leaving Peredhil to continue his organizing and redecorating - though not without keeping an eye on his reserves.

Dance of Butterfly Swords, as they cut, dismember, Maim. It cheers me up.

Okay, quick update. Our players are as follows: - Peredhil - TBA - Tanuchan - Tennison, daughter of the local innkeeper - Patrick - (Name?), a young man - Lord Panther - TBA - Venefyxatu - (Name?), the town idiot/drunk There will only be one Wolf in the game given the small numbers, but even with that it would be a very short game as things stand. SO. There is going to be an addition to the rules that my lovely braintwin helped me plan out, but I do not have the time to explain it right now. Expect an update this weekend

With Mynx and both sons gone, Guido and Nuncio ensured one of them was alert and present with the Boss at all times. Like many with bodyguards, they were a background reality; he tended to forget they were there. But they kept hard eyes and ready paws, just in case. So it was that they were the first to notice Peredhil’s increasing weakness. He was fine for the first three weeks. He did his daily workout, studied books on magic, and read for hours at a time. Sometimes he would wander the city, stopping to talk to the people and giving his blessing to countless babies and children. But his rest periods began to increase, and the workouts decreased. By the end of the fifth week, the concerned bodyguards noted that he was actually sleeping, and spending more and more time in bed. They were concerned enough to approach him and inquire, but he assured he’d be just fine until Mynx returned But by the sixth week, they were having to carry him to the loo, and nag him to eat. “Look Boss, dis ain’t right. You could push one of us to where ever she is, or send for one of da boys.” “She said she’ll be back. She estimated a month. It is most probably Planar temporal distortion, which rarely exceeds a two-to-one ratio. I’ll contact her when it’s been eight weeks.” “If you last that long,” Guido muttered darkly, and went back to glaring at the hovering Lemuirans. “Where’s Nuncio with those blocks, anyway,” queried Peredhil, changing the subject. *** She felt it the moment she came back. He was weak and exhausted, supporting himself magically. There were overtones of fear and anticipation, and a growing annoyance. And he was hurting. Her body forgot to limp, to curl around the aches in her left side, and she began to run through the palace. The moment she was framed in the door, she felt a wave of incredulous joy and lust that literally stopped in her tracks. Peredhil was propped up on pillows, looking far too thin, and had been quietly arguing with Guido, Nuncio, and several of the high priests. But his eyes were fixed on her, and she couldn’t look away. They seemed huge, glowing saucers of molten silver, and the intensity and desire were overwhelming. She felt as if she were suffocating in his love. “Hello my wife,” Peredhil said in warm tones. He turned his head slightly toward his bodyguards, and continued, “See? She came back, just as she said she would.” A hint of wonder tinged the bond. What she felt from him was nothing at all like his demeanor. The Bodyguards seemed to be turning in slow motion as she started forward. One, two steps – then Peredhil spoke a word and she was teetering on the bed next to him. Energy and life seemed to crackle between them as he put a caressing hand on her calf, just above the Elven boot. His eyes were still fixated on her; the bond letting her know just how beautiful she was in those simmering eyes. “Now that you’re back, I thought we could dine together, and you could tell me of your travels.” Coughing to regain herself, Mynx sat down slowly next to him and considered their audience. "Do you think we could have a moment?" She asked the room at large. The priests all bowed their heads and left quietly, but the guinea pigs stayed put until both a raised eyebrow from the feline and a quiet word from their Boss sent them reluctantly after the priests. Alone at last, Mynx considered Peredhil for a long moment before signing. "How long?" "Seven weeks," Peredhil admitted. "I would have sent for you if it had gone to eight." Mynx’s ears flattened. For her, it had only been a little over three weeks. That's what she got for assuming, or thinking the bond would warn her with that much distance between them. "You didn't take care." "I did!" He protested indignantly, gesturing to his prone state. "I've been resting!" "Uh huh. You mean you started to rest when you began declining, you mean. And probably didn't tell anyone how bad things were until you absolutely had to." The bond flared briefly in guilt at her words, and the feline sighed. "Silly Elf." "...How can you tell?" He asked in a mixture of amazement and frustration. Mynx smiled at him, debating whether she should admit to the bond. Maybe better to give him a few more hours; he was already getting self-conscious and beginning to readjust the blankets. "Where are the boys?" She asked lightly instead, making herself comfortable and kissing his cheek. Mynx thought Peredhil was admiring her chest - she was still learning to read his pupil-less, solid-coloured eyes - but she knew it for certain when he asked, “What boys?” He corrected himself smoothly but the flare of guilt and shame in the bond told her a different story. “I haven’t heard from them either,” he frowned, “I wasn’t really paying attention, but it has been a while.” "Hrm." Mynx twitched an ear at that - she wouldn't have put it past at least Elladan to stalk her while he continued to form his opinion of her, but she was also certain that he or his twin hadn't been anywhere near the region she'd trafficked. Deciding she'd worry about that later, she shrugged and gave Peredhil another critical look. "You need to eat," she announced. "Just let me get cleaned up, then we can see about that." Coughing again, awkwardly this time, she reached into her shadows and produced a bottle of wine. "Maybe we can find something to go with this?"

If you want something in the way of a prompt, you might like to try the first lines thread in the Banquet Room, or even the picture's worth. It's amazing what can be knocked loose with a nudge

Deciding to take the risk, the First Mate hurled the burning stick at the creature and spun around to flee. "Run!"

Good to see you, Silly! Welcome to the Pen!

Droplets of water glinting in the shadows Fragments of glass shining in the sun Dustings of sand out over the plains Smudges of grease smearing the gun Hazes of smoke dancing in the air Smattering of powder staining the hand Ringing of ears as the shot echoes out Resuming one's travels over the land New Line: Fluffy jellybean

A few more weeks saw Mynx’s full recovery, though not Peredhil's. It wasn't something he seemed particularly worried about - life-force was just something that came back to him at a slower rate, he said. But given that it meant he still needed Mynx’s presence, she had mentally categorized herself as still recovering too and continued with her thinking and research. At least he was beginning to look better physically. Mynx made sure he ate properly at every meal to the point he'd stopped resembling a skeleton, and though his cheeks were still a bit hollow he at least had a full head of hair again. "Don't think I've ever seen an Elf with short hair before," the feline commented idly at one point. Peredhil froze, unable to tell if she was complimenting or criticizing until she added, "It suits you." "It... does?" He asked in genuine surprise, catching her attention yet again over how strange it was to encounter a member of the Fair Folk who thought himself anything but. And still the boys didn't think their father broken. Mynx was beginning to wonder what his first wife was really like, particularly when he flinched. Midway through the second month, one of the lemur-folk came running up to Mynx with a note in its paw, chittering in distress. After much pantomime and eventually taking her to one of the High Priests that spoke enough of a common language for her to understand, she discovered that the note had been on the end of an arrow that had appeared embedded in the forehead of one of the countless statues of Peredhil that were in the region. It took the feline a while to calm them down and convince them it had probably just been by chance and wasn't a declaration of war. The paw print sketched on the note left no dispute about the intended recipient, and Mynx had brooded over its contents for a full day before finally going to see Peredhil. "I have to go." As soon as she said the words, she winced at the choice. Peredhil's slight smile didn’t move, but the surge of despair she felt from him was painful. "Of course. I'll have one of the boys take you-" "No. No no no, that's not what I meant." Mynx held up the note in her paw. "I have some acquaintances that need my help, and I kind of promised them I'd always come if I could." "Oh!" There was some relief from Peredhil, but he was still clearly trying to understand where this left them. "Well if you promised them then of course you have to help!" "Are you going to be okay, though?" Mynx frowned a little. "You're still not well, and if going will cause you to decline..." "I'll be fine." The feline arched an eyebrow, and he sighed. "I'll be alright for a period. If you are willing to come back it won't take as long for me to recover any lost progress. Can I help at all? If you need assistance, or bodyguards-" "Nothing so extreme," Mynx cut him off gently. "I don't think it'll take more than a month, but if that's too long-" "No no, that should be fine," Peredhil said easily, not quite lying through his teeth. "Just take care of yourself, please?" "I always do," Mynx said, studying his expression as she tried to make sense of his emotions. "Peredhil..." She began uncertainly. "Look, I don't want to leave things unresolved like this between us..." "You need time. I wouldn’t dream of pushing this." He shook his head. "When I get back we're going to have to talk about what you consider pushing," Mynx said with a smile, before blushing beneath her fur. "But if you're still sure you wouldn't rather run for the hills... I think I'd be willing to give this courting thing a try." Peredhil blinked rapidly, his dark grey eyes lightening to match the feline’s silver ones and even welling slightly with tears. "Thank you," he whispered, looking away. Mynx smiled shyly, not even trying to make sense of the knot of emotions she'd stirred. Touching his cheek, she placed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, then quietly left the room so he could compose himself.

The fourth week brought with it a couple of interesting developments. Primarily was the fact that Mynx and Peredhil both recovered enough that they no longer had to remain in constant contact, though it wasn't quite the clean bill of health the feline had expected. Although they didn't need to touch, they soon found that putting too much difference between themselves yielded the same result. It was enough at least to give them a little more freedom, and the feline made full use of it to pursue the new challenge she'd set for herself: just what had happened to Peredhil to give him such a skewed and broken sense of self? She tried interrogating his sons, but that was only met with middling success. Elladan tended to just stare blankly at her as soon as she started asking about his childhood memories of his parents, and Mynx had a feeling he was still trying to decide if she was a good or bad addition to his father's life. Elrohir was more willing to help, certainly, but what information he had wasn't exactly helpful; it wasn't as if his parents had bickered or had an openly antagonistic relationship - Elves were nothing if not diplomatic, apparently - and Peredhil had certainly loved his wife. Given that they were talking about a person who was capable of loving the unlovable, and appeared genuinely confused by his feelings for Mynx though, that might not have been saying much. She did learn some things, at least. The twins had been frank in their retelling of what had happened to Celebrian, and Mynx learned enough from them to form some theories - theories she knew better than to test out by asking Peredhil. Not that he'd be unwilling to talk about it, but he'd undoubtedly blame himself for all of it somehow and she didn't see the point in digging that up. She also learned that for all their teasing, his sons didn't think there was anything fundamentally wrong with his behaviour. They didn't think he was broken, and Mynx’s one attempt to hint at such a fact only yielded a barked laugh from Elladan. "So you have gone into heat around him then? Do we need to get your claws trimmed?" "'Dan!" Elrohir hissed, thumping his brother’s arm. "Right, right, he won't do a thing until Stripes here stops leading him on and gives him a straight answer." Elladan answered disinterestedly. The feline ignored them. Little reason in defending her behaviour when Sunshine there had a point. Besides, she needed to get back to Peredhil anyway. He was starting to worry. The other interesting development during that week had been Mynx’s sudden acquisition of an empathic bond with Peredhil. It seemed mostly dormant when they were touching, but as soon as the feline moved even a few steps away from him she began to pick up his emotions. She hadn't understood it at first, initially thinking that Peredhil was projecting until she started to pay attention to just how different they were to his outward behaviour. He really was good at hiding his feelings, capable of smiling and laughing when she could tell he just wanted to cry with frustration, or affecting an air of disinterest that could rival Elladan while internally he was busy tying himself in knots. A few leading questions had told her that it was almost entirely one-sided too - The stronger their bond grew, the harder she was for him to read. She thought about telling him what she could sense, but decided to let him preserve his dignity until she could find a tactful way. He was mortified enough whenever his body gave away how attractive he found her, and continued to do his best to hide the fact. Mynx wouldn't dream of telling him no amount of careful dressing or strategically placed pillows could hide what her nose picked up. He was reading in their room when she returned from talking to the twins, glancing up casually and smiling at the feline with a relaxed air. At the same time, she felt him both ease at the sight of her and tense up in worry that she was going to pick now to reject him. "There you are. Have you been training?" "Just talking to the boys," Mynx said, sitting down beside him and looking over his shoulder at the book, written in no language she knew. "What are you reading?" "Oh. Um." He looked blankly at the page. "No idea, actually." He just hadn't wanted to look like he was waiting for her. Sighing good-naturedly, Mynx lay back on the bed and laced her paws behind her head. "Would you read it to me?" Peredhil grinned broadly in relief at having something tangible to do, and he turned back to the start of the book.

Slowly, the First Mate got to his feet and brandished a burning log in the thing's direction. If it really was a wendigo, they were meant to be afraid of fire. Weren't they?

Mynx watched him thoughtfully, one knee hugged to her chest and her chin resting on it. "There's an excuse for everything, eventually," she said. "You didn't need to get upset purely on my behalf, though." "My sons will respect my wife," Peredhil replied flatly, before blushing faintly and dropping his eyes. "Regardless of what you decide." "And what about where you come into this?" The feline asked. "He was slighting you as much as he slighted me, and I wasn't all that offended." She wasn't offended at all, actually; the thought of what Peredhil would do if she did have heats and went into one around him was rather hilarious. It was tempered, though, by a growing concern for just how little regard he had for himself. "Why should what I think matter?" Peredhil asked, sounding as bewildered as he always did whenever Mynx tried to turn something back on him. The feline studied him silently, ear twitching in thought, before she turned and picked up her journal and began to write in it. It took two days for Elladan to unravel the spell and return to his own form.

With some effort, Mynx was able to move herself to the edge of the bed and look down at Peredhil's crumpled form. "Ma'am?" "Are you okay?" He asked, writhing helplessly on the floor. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm so sorry." "Hurt me? You're the one throwing himself about the room." The feline managed to twitch her tail in his direction, and as soon as it brushed against Peredhil he was on his feet, torn between wanting to check her over and not wanting to cause any further offense. "I really am so sorry, Ma'am. Please, I didn't even realise - I must have fallen asleep strangely enough and-" "Peredhil. Shut up." Blinking at the quiet but stern tone Mynx used, his jaw closed with a quiet click over his babbling. "Thank you. Now. Are you okay?" Peredhil nodded. "Do you want to sit down?" He shook his head. "Are you sure?" A nod. "You're allowed to talk, you know." Peredhil started to nod again, before the words sank in. "Oh. Thank you." Sighing patiently, Mynx sat up and patted a spot on the bed next to her, tugging Peredhil's wrist with her tail when he resisted. "I'm starting to see why you have bodyguards to keep you alive," she teased. "Don't you ever take care of yourself?" "Me? I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me." Mynx arched an eyebrow. "You can't even stand if we aren't touching." "It's nothing. I'm just sorry I disturbed your rest." And now he really did look genuinely concerned. "I- I really didn't mean for that to happen." "I can take care of myself," Mynx reassured him. "You should be resting too, though. I don't want to have gone to all the trouble I did for your sake only to have you delaying your recovery like this." The look the feline fixed on him was level and honest. "Regardless of whatever's going on between us, I do want you to take care, please." Well. Fudge. She had him there. Sighing, he sagged a little and let a fraction of his exhaustion show. "I... might be a little tired," he admitted grudgingly. "Finally, some honesty," Mynx laughed. "I'll be quite put out if you make me a widow in less than a week, you know." Peredhil looked at her uncomprehendingly. Did that mean she accepted that they were married? He couldn't tell if she was being serious or only joking, and her feline features were not helping. Seeming well aware of this, Mynx gave him an even more unreadable grin. "First things first: you have got to stop with this Ma'am business."

Mynx had come to the decision that she was either dead, drunk, or dreaming, although the brief buzz she'd managed to get from drinking had long since passed in the wake of the Portaling. Dead or dreaming, then; that was the only explanation. Maybe Hell was eternal confusion. Elladan had taken them to the realm inhabited by the strange lemur-folk, the creatures' initial shock at the sight of Mynx soon overcome by the self-reassurance that if she was with Peredhil's family, she had to be safe. Not entirely sure how she felt about that, the feline had kept her tongue, only smiling faintly at Guido and Nuncio's expressions as they were quickly updated of the farce. Silence didn't seem to be helping Peredhil any, though. The Half-Elf kept shooting quick, nervous glances at her as he tried to read her expression and see if she liked something, disliked something, wanted anything... The feline was struck by the odd certainty that he'd burn the forest down if she said she didn't like the colour of the leaves. "What do you eat?" "Huh?" Mynx blinked back from her introspection, wincing internally as she got another good look at Peredhil's wasted frame. Not that he'd looked much better while naked, but at least then he hadn't been wearing something provided such a sharp contrast. "Do you- can you only eat raw meat? I suppose if you can drink wine you must have some omnivorous tendencies but you really need to eat something and making yourself sick right now would not be good." "You're the one resembling a skeleton, and you're telling me I need to eat?" Mynx asked. Peredhil looked confused. "You need to take care of yourself." "And you need to pay more attention to yourself than worrying about others." When this only served to increase his confusion, Mynx relented a little. "I prefer meat, raw or cooked, but I can eat just about anything." It was already quite obvious that their current hosts were vegetarians.

“I heard there used to be Wendigos in these parts. Monsters that crave human flesh; that used to be human themselves!” “Come off it! That’s just a story they made up after that ship’s crew had to resort to cannibalism.” “Had to? They had plenty of food!”