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75 Godiva, Tuesday morning
Oct. 31st, 2017 12:11 pmEliot loved Halloween. The island was always nice enough to keep things nice and dark all day, which not only meant his vampire boyfriend didn't have to worry about catching fire, it also confused the hell out of all the prey on the preserve. He came home from his morning hunt today with half a dozen rabbits, a sack of fresh venison, and a large quantity of deer blood for Hardison.
Who didn't like a little blood sausage to brighten up their fall mornings?
He set the whole haul onto the kitchen island and looked it over with a wolfish grin, then whistled for the only other canine member of his pack. Val came trotting right up, tail wagging a mile a minute, and Eliot was half-tempted to shift just so he could wag his back. But paws were not meant for wielding butcher knives, and if these rabbits resembled their living selves too much by the time Parker swooped in, she'd be moaning about it until next week. Besides, he had a party to cater!
He tossed Val a couple vertebrae to gnaw on, and set to work, whistling a cheerful tune as he went.
[ooc: open for pack mates or visitors!]
Who didn't like a little blood sausage to brighten up their fall mornings?
He set the whole haul onto the kitchen island and looked it over with a wolfish grin, then whistled for the only other canine member of his pack. Val came trotting right up, tail wagging a mile a minute, and Eliot was half-tempted to shift just so he could wag his back. But paws were not meant for wielding butcher knives, and if these rabbits resembled their living selves too much by the time Parker swooped in, she'd be moaning about it until next week. Besides, he had a party to cater!
He tossed Val a couple vertebrae to gnaw on, and set to work, whistling a cheerful tune as he went.
[ooc: open for pack mates or visitors!]
