Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150724223316/@comment-24123288-20150727225118

Zaydate, after ensuring Urzoga wasn't going to push herself, fucked off into the forests surrounding the camp, prefferring to be alone for the moment.

''Gods, these guys. They are so...so infuriating! And now, I have to stay. The guards have seen my face, Tharn knows who we are. If I want to stay alive, I have to be in with the numbers. Just like Ragnar said.''

...Annoyingly.

Zaydate sighed heavily as she plopped herself down next to a tree and gripped the object in her pocket.

''Gonna need a fire... ''

She looked around herself hastily, checking no one was around before using her tail to sweep some dry sticks and fallen leaves into a little bundle which she lit with a lazy toss of a very small fireball.

She pulled out the object from her pocket and held it over the fire to cook...

One...

Two...

Three...

After fifteen minutes of constant counting, Zaydate held up the cooked object, and looked at it warily.

''I hate having to do this...but it was how I was raised. It's the only thing that truly satiates my hunger. ''

The Argonians stomach growled in response, and she looked swiftly around again.

''Definitely nobody here. Down the hatch I guess...''

Zaydate opened her mouth and plopped the eyeball from the guard she'd killed earlier, into her mouth, chowing down on it with a sickening crunch and a squelch.

Urgh...fockin juices get everywhere...

She sighed softly, moving onto her main meal, the objext from her pocket, which just so happened to be a jailors missing finger...

Nothing like a hearty meal to tickle the tastebuds, eh?