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12.11.2012 , 06:58 PM |
Awww, poor Broan
I feel like I'm posting more than I should, but ah well.
Night of the Living Prompt: Food
bh - Skari, Crae, and crew
It takes time for wild creatures to come to your hand. Time, patience, slow movements, something to peak their curiosity, and food. These are your weapons against the natural survival instinct that tells creatures to run from all strange things. They must become acustomed to your presence, familiar with your habits. Animals can become used to almost anything, even things they would normal fear. Familiarity equals comfort.
The doe was the first to trust. With Skari and her lover hurt, she needed stability, a sense of security. Easy to offer. Trivial really. The ship's security was a mess anyway. Skari had been taking on everything herself so they had no back-up plan. The holes were obvious; it took little to remedy the situation. Nadras had, of course, become aware of us. A new location helped. Removing the trackers he sent after us helped more. I do enjoy hunting hunters. Enlisting the doe's help in clearing our digital trail worked both to make my cat's home more secure and to bring the cub more easily to my hand. Soon she was eating what I brought her. A simple conquest.
The jawa was more skittish. I admired his animal instincts. He trusts easily, but not completely. Curiosity, as with many creatures, is his weakness. A short list of notes detailing what we would need for survelliance was like a piece of grass to a kitten. It lured him from his cave, gained his attention. He emerges occasionally with his inventions, but has yet to come to my hand, darting back when I get too close. But I am a patient man.
The Devaronian plays a deep game. It is rare to run across such a one. He trusts only so far, always checking, verifying, looking for the angle. I am wearing him down, though. Wearing him down with facts that check out and plans that are sound. He checked the meals I made for the crew dozens of time before he finally ate without fear.
"Said yourself there are lots of ways to administer poison, guess I'll take my chances."
It was the nerf steak that won him over. Seared and juicy.
The young Mandalorian does not like me. He glares at me from across the kitchen as I make our meal, leaning stiffly against the door frame. I have not had as much time to work on him. With his wounds healed, he spends much of the day training, regaining muscle and reflex.
"Come and eat," Mako calls to him from her seat at the table.
"It's really good," she says, taking a bite.
"Bit bland for my tastes."
She rolls her eyes at him. "Not everything has to be Mandalorian food."
He leaves. She groans, takes two more quick bites, and follows him.
Their pairing is unstable. Two different creatures bound together by proximity. But they have different habits, fight for different reasons, eat different food. They are not opposites to bind together. They are creatures of different elements and neither will survive long in the other's world.
My cat is the largest challenge, which intrigues me all the more. Her skittishness is not born of natural wariness, but of past hurts. I know that even after I gentle her to my hand, she will remain that wild creature. Her fire is a part of her, the core of who she is. Gentling her will take time. I must be patient. I must move slow, and yet keep her aware of me, curious. And the right food to lure her out...
Skari stepped into the kitchen cautiously but without pain. My kolto tank had healed her wounds, this time. My teeth clenched for a moment at the thought of next time. She needed someone to protect her, and she was unlikely to protect herself.
She sniffed the air. I smiled to myself, putting my worries aside. My lure had worked.
"That smells like...how did you get food from Granak's all the way out here?"
I walked across the small space with Rodian food in hand. "I made it."
Skari raised an eyebrow. "What?"
I smiled, "Hungry?"
She blushed, purple blooming lightly across her cheeks. She scowled. "No."
Her refusal to give in to what she obviously wants is amusing. "You sure?"
"I don't trust your cooking, Crae, stars know what you've put in it."
I took a bite of my own cooking and set the dish on the table.
"You should learn to trust me," I said, walking back to the stovetop, "the benefits are...delicious."
Oh the things I would do to her. I looked back at her to find her frozen, blinking a couple times, with that flush spreading across her face. I grinned. Apparently I am not the only one to think such thoughts. I turned back to the stove and heard her bolt from the room. I looked at the table and smiled. The Rodian street food she loved was gone.
All wild creatures have their weaknesses.
aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
My Name is Solomon Crae
The Man in the Box