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Blood sizzled in the pan. Cooking with blood added smoke to the meal, let the taste of char seep into the meat and for Voe, the deeper the taste got the better.
Sleep evaded him, so much so that not even Otho had been roused to accompany him to the kitchen, which the Drake-hound was not permitted into anyway.
As the room filled with the rich smells of smoked deer flesh no thought was given to his appearance which was shoeless in short slacks and shirtless in a cooking apron adorned with flowers of faded colouring.
One hand suppressed a yawn and travelled up to rub his scruffy short hair as the other blindly groped for the red salt and purple pepper which he dutifully applied in liberal amounts.
The smell changed becoming sweeter and laced with the sting of capsaicin. It made his tail twitch as he inhaled deep and felt his mouth water and his stomach wake up to greet it.
Gentle hums came from his thin lips and danced in the air as his mood perked, barely audible under the hiss of sizzle in the pan.
From the window the first gentle rays of morning were beginning to warm the sky and invaded the dark of Crobhear's kitchen.
The only other light was the burning stove which never truly went out and he had stoked back to life in the dark.
The quiet hours was where he felt he worked best and when he liked the world most.
For all his companionship in Cass and Otho and the others, Voe had long considered himself a solitary creature in his heart of hearts.
Sleep evaded him, so much so that not even Otho had been roused to accompany him to the kitchen, which the Drake-hound was not permitted into anyway.
As the room filled with the rich smells of smoked deer flesh no thought was given to his appearance which was shoeless in short slacks and shirtless in a cooking apron adorned with flowers of faded colouring.
One hand suppressed a yawn and travelled up to rub his scruffy short hair as the other blindly groped for the red salt and purple pepper which he dutifully applied in liberal amounts.
The smell changed becoming sweeter and laced with the sting of capsaicin. It made his tail twitch as he inhaled deep and felt his mouth water and his stomach wake up to greet it.
Gentle hums came from his thin lips and danced in the air as his mood perked, barely audible under the hiss of sizzle in the pan.
From the window the first gentle rays of morning were beginning to warm the sky and invaded the dark of Crobhear's kitchen.
The only other light was the burning stove which never truly went out and he had stoked back to life in the dark.
The quiet hours was where he felt he worked best and when he liked the world most.
For all his companionship in Cass and Otho and the others, Voe had long considered himself a solitary creature in his heart of hearts.