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Date Posted: 15:26:53 05/05/04 Wed
To set the scene...
The night was dark, as often is the case with night, and for a long time nothing stirred but the crackling of a small, contained fire.
Three Furs were collected around this particular fire:
The first was a huge cinnamon dhole male dressed in nothing but a deerhide loincloth despite the chill in the night air, who sat on a tree stump watching a stew bubbling in its pot over the fire. They had not eaten all day, and the smell from the cooking was making the dhole's stomach growl.
The second of the party was a three-coloured female cat, kneeling on the ground wearing a kimono of black with trimmings of white, her red hair in a bun. She sat delicately picking at her rice with chopsticks, waiting for a little of the stew to flavour her meal.
The third was perhaps the most out of place with his companions, but he seemed not to notice, having travelled with the other two before he did not see them as being a particularly mismatched group, though others might raise their eyebrows.
He was a young stallion, a handsome creamy blue dun, whose black sweater and jeans were offset by black cowboy boots and a silver-buckled belt. Beside him, resting against the log he was leaning against, was his sheathed katana, and every now and then his hand unconsciously went down to touch it.
The dhole spoke without looking up from the stew.
'This place doesnt seem too bad. I havent seen any sign of anyone else here though. maybe there's no-one around for miles.'
'Would have thought you'd like that, Michio.' spoke up the cat, putting her rice bowl down on the grass in front of her to peer at the stew. She put out a soft white-furred hand curiously, but the dhole, as if he knew what to expect before the cat even made her move, batted her away from the fire with his own much larger paw.
'Yukiko! You'll burn yourself.' he warned, but his voice had the tone of one who has said the same thing many times, without much result.
'will not,' said the cat, but retracted her paw.
The young stallion was quiet, but all three companions were used to this. He stared into the flames and gently traced the designs on the sheath of his katana. Yukiko noticed his blank stare and thoughtful expression, and wondered what was going through the horse's mind.
'How long till that stew is ready? my rice is getting cold.' she said to the cinnamon dhole, who shrugged and stirred the pot.
'bit longer.' he growled and tasted a piece of some sort of vegetable, pulling a face at the taste. 'still tastes like plants.'
'Its meant to! here, give me that.' The stallion, Kiyoshi, grabbed the spoon from the dhole's hand with a scowl and took a taste from the pot.
'You're burning it, Michio. You wouldnt know a carrot if it could sit up and tell you its name, would you?' Kiyoshi snapped at the dhole, but his temper was short-lived and half-hearted, and both Michio and Yukiko knew him well enough not to take offense. Still, Michio bristled and bared his teeth.
'I can cook just fine if theres actual food in what im cooking.' he retorted, but was truthfully rather glad he didnt have to cook anymore - he was starving, vegetables or not.
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