Thin <b>and <i>hungry</i></b> -- The Bowl

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Date Posted: 13:23:50 05/14/05 Sat
Author: T'll (Maxorth)
Subject: Thin and hungry

T'll tumbled off of the faded blue's back, hardly able to stand.
Maxorth, can you stand?
Not well, T'll. Tell me again, why we're here?
The storm, Maxorth.

The red-haired weyrling grasped a thick-bladed dagger with a thin hand, and held it for inspection. He pulled a long length of wherry jerky from his pocket, and hacked off a strip. He put the salted meat into his mouth, and began chewing as he attempted to pull himself up by Maxorth's leg.

That brown herdbeast, with the white head and black legs, doesn't looks as if it'd be all that much trouble, T'll.
The one with just the one horn, and that crumpled?
Yes. Could you hurry?
Of course. How inconsiderate of me.

T'll quietly creeps up behind the pointed out herdbeast, and plunges the thick point into the beast's skull. Maxorth crawls to the fallen herdbeast, and nudges his Impressed away.

I can handle this, T'll you should eat more.
If you're sure . . .
I'm positive. We need to find a healer, though. I think my wing is broken.

T'll reached one slightly bloody hand into his belt pouch, and found a somewhat stale meatroll.
And we need to get me actually fed, he commented, a wry note creeping into his tone.
Maxorth was silent as he tore into the warm and bloody carcass; as his first true sustenance in two weeks.

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