Post by Kilnarak on Aug 18, 2010 2:03:56 GMT -8
After Teimoph had consumed the meat and nut-mash in the bucket, N'raan moved to begin butchering the cow his red had already torn into. For all that the young red had already made a bit of a mess of the carcass, N'raan managed to clean it well enough, gutting it and cutting free sizable gobbets of flesh for Teimoph to devour in an efficient and fairly practiced manner. He had dealt with worse - he'd cleaned one of K'ii's messy attempts at butchery into something salvageable, after all - and he would likely deal with worse still again. Up to his elbows in cow-gore and blood-spattered, N'raan whistled a cheerful tune to himself - to Teimoph! - as he finished cutting the last few chunks of meat free for the young red to consume - there was still a good bit of edible meat on the animal, organs like the heart and the brain, but neither K'huna nor Ts'kal had specified that those meats were to be procured for the hatchlings and it was rather a lot more work than N'raan cared to do so early in the morning.
Besides that, Teimoph had grown rather full already, after consuming both a bucket of meat as well as the better part of the cow. After he had eaten his fill, the young red had promptly sprawled out upon the dusty, bloody grounds to lick gore from about his beak and claws. For the moment the hatchling was relaxed enough, his hunger sated, and he was perfectly happy to ignore all of the other hatchlings and humans around him - so long as they stayed out of his way, at least. His had already busied himself again after the butchering was done, padding off a short distance to procure a length of linen to clean his hands - Teimoph briefly considered getting up to follow him, but the boy hadn't moved so far and with his belly full Teimoph felt heavy and lazy. Still, the red kept a close watch on His, his golden gaze hawkish and sharp.
Really, simple towels didn't do nearly enough to clean all of the gore off - some was already drying in sticky clumps on N'raan's forearms. It would take water and more scrubbing to get the rest of the blood off, and none seemed to be available at the moment. The dark-skinned boy was in the process of looking about one final time for a basin of water - a water-trough, anything - when K'huna's sharp whistle jerked his attention up to the man and Canph. His eyes narrowed first on the man, thoughtful, and then flicked up to the giant red as the two explained cleaning. Still wiping somewhat ineffectually at his arms with the cloth, N'raan padded back over to Teimoph as Canph demonstrated - he squinted against the rising dust cloud as he reached his bond's side, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Well tha' should b' fun, shouldn' 't?" he muttered dryly, not entirely fond of the idea. He understood the logistics of it - he'd seen animals in the wild do similar with dust and mud - but he still didn't like it. He had hoped perhaps simple preening and grooming might suffice, but of course it would not.
I will do it much better than Canph, Teimoph growled as he rose to his feet, meaning to reassure His - although from the brief grimace N'raan offered him, it did not seem to be of much reassurance. The young red whuffed sharply, and padded a slow, deliberate circle about a particular patch of sand, hissing threats at any other hatchlings that he felt were too near, before he flopped down to roll in the sand. He had chosen his spot carefully, downwind of where His had positioned himself - the sizable cloud of dust that rose as he rolled about did not drift toward the boy, but rather toward other winglet pairs.
See? I can do it much better than he can, much better than all of them, Teimoph's rumbling voice reached N'raan, his tone dead serious despite the sense of pleasure radiating out from the young monster. Teimoph wriggled about on his back for some time longer, oblivious to the other winglets, before he finally rolled back onto his belly to look to His. Now I am done. You can help me groom, the red stated this decisively, watching N'raan until the boy began to make his way back over before he turned his attention to his own diminutive wings.
Preening and nibbling free loose feathers while N'raan went about combing his fingers through the down and gathering up the shed feathers, Teimoph offered His a glimpse of his contentment. Only for His, he wouldn't let any of these others see that far into himself. N'raan laughed softly at the sense, ruffling Teimoph's ears. "Y' think s'? Hn. Wonder wha' th' hunter wan's with all 've th' feathers?" Teimoph snorted, the sound muffled into the feathers of his chest, and then lifted his head to glare in K'huna's direction. He cannot have them. They are yours, Mine, he rumbled, shifting his attention back to His for a moment before returning to his grooming.
N'raan understood, N'raan wouldn't give anything away (not for free, anyway). The boy absently resumed stroking his fingers through the red's soft feathers, glancing up and away to the other winglets whom Teimoph so pointedly ignored. His eyes passed over them without any real interest, pausing briefly upon Ri'ley before moving again. Finally they found K'ii - K'ii and his green. He whistled at the boy, high and keening like the call of a nightbird - a means of contact they had used in the past, in Sayaie, when they had to be separated. Really, he just wanted to get his brother's attention.
Besides that, Teimoph had grown rather full already, after consuming both a bucket of meat as well as the better part of the cow. After he had eaten his fill, the young red had promptly sprawled out upon the dusty, bloody grounds to lick gore from about his beak and claws. For the moment the hatchling was relaxed enough, his hunger sated, and he was perfectly happy to ignore all of the other hatchlings and humans around him - so long as they stayed out of his way, at least. His had already busied himself again after the butchering was done, padding off a short distance to procure a length of linen to clean his hands - Teimoph briefly considered getting up to follow him, but the boy hadn't moved so far and with his belly full Teimoph felt heavy and lazy. Still, the red kept a close watch on His, his golden gaze hawkish and sharp.
Really, simple towels didn't do nearly enough to clean all of the gore off - some was already drying in sticky clumps on N'raan's forearms. It would take water and more scrubbing to get the rest of the blood off, and none seemed to be available at the moment. The dark-skinned boy was in the process of looking about one final time for a basin of water - a water-trough, anything - when K'huna's sharp whistle jerked his attention up to the man and Canph. His eyes narrowed first on the man, thoughtful, and then flicked up to the giant red as the two explained cleaning. Still wiping somewhat ineffectually at his arms with the cloth, N'raan padded back over to Teimoph as Canph demonstrated - he squinted against the rising dust cloud as he reached his bond's side, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Well tha' should b' fun, shouldn' 't?" he muttered dryly, not entirely fond of the idea. He understood the logistics of it - he'd seen animals in the wild do similar with dust and mud - but he still didn't like it. He had hoped perhaps simple preening and grooming might suffice, but of course it would not.
I will do it much better than Canph, Teimoph growled as he rose to his feet, meaning to reassure His - although from the brief grimace N'raan offered him, it did not seem to be of much reassurance. The young red whuffed sharply, and padded a slow, deliberate circle about a particular patch of sand, hissing threats at any other hatchlings that he felt were too near, before he flopped down to roll in the sand. He had chosen his spot carefully, downwind of where His had positioned himself - the sizable cloud of dust that rose as he rolled about did not drift toward the boy, but rather toward other winglet pairs.
See? I can do it much better than he can, much better than all of them, Teimoph's rumbling voice reached N'raan, his tone dead serious despite the sense of pleasure radiating out from the young monster. Teimoph wriggled about on his back for some time longer, oblivious to the other winglets, before he finally rolled back onto his belly to look to His. Now I am done. You can help me groom, the red stated this decisively, watching N'raan until the boy began to make his way back over before he turned his attention to his own diminutive wings.
Preening and nibbling free loose feathers while N'raan went about combing his fingers through the down and gathering up the shed feathers, Teimoph offered His a glimpse of his contentment. Only for His, he wouldn't let any of these others see that far into himself. N'raan laughed softly at the sense, ruffling Teimoph's ears. "Y' think s'? Hn. Wonder wha' th' hunter wan's with all 've th' feathers?" Teimoph snorted, the sound muffled into the feathers of his chest, and then lifted his head to glare in K'huna's direction. He cannot have them. They are yours, Mine, he rumbled, shifting his attention back to His for a moment before returning to his grooming.
N'raan understood, N'raan wouldn't give anything away (not for free, anyway). The boy absently resumed stroking his fingers through the red's soft feathers, glancing up and away to the other winglets whom Teimoph so pointedly ignored. His eyes passed over them without any real interest, pausing briefly upon Ri'ley before moving again. Finally they found K'ii - K'ii and his green. He whistled at the boy, high and keening like the call of a nightbird - a means of contact they had used in the past, in Sayaie, when they had to be separated. Really, he just wanted to get his brother's attention.
