Myre (seekerofwisdom) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-10-01 12:32:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Entry tags: | belphegor, myre, setting: niflheim's kitchen |
Who: Myre and Open to Niflheim
When: Around noon
Where: Niflheim's Kitchen
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Possibly language
What: A grumpy and frustrated Myre (as though there were any other kind) forgoes hunting and decides to forage in the kitchen.
Myre hadn't left her lair since the morning before. After hunting and rearranging her hoard, she'd settled in to continue her attempts to mask the sound of her magics. While she'd gotten them quieter, she hadn't managed to silence them completely. She still wondered if it was even possible, but she wasn't going to give up. A small part of her knew damn well that she had shirked what little training had been offered her by her mother, and she would not do the same again.
But by the time she'd exhausted herself, she was hungry and bored and her body ached. She had enough strength to shift into her typical human form and that was it.
Fewmets! No hunting for her. She'd have to do it the two legger way. And risk running into one of her 'teammates'. Well, she was supposed to be trying to get along with them anyway. Fine. And maybe she could even find someone to alleviate her boredom.
Shaking slightly, Myre left her cave lair and headed to the kitchen. Not bothering with anything fancy, she uncovered a shank of some sort of four legged animal and set to eating. Unfortunately, her eating habits were the same no matter her form. Ignoring cutlery, she simply sat at a counter and tore into the raw meat with her teeth...