omg i deleted it im such a dummy..
@Nerian She strung along the coast, committed to the desolate strand the way a half-departed ghoul would remain past its death -- her gaunt and ghastly countenance a constant sight along the shore.
For the past few days she had poked and prodded all assortment of regurgitated flotsam and jetsam; familiarizing herself with the monsters that sprung forth from the unfathomable depths. One such oddity currently held her full attention and she growled as she circled around it with her hackles sprung and her head held low and predatory.
It was clearly a jellyfish but it was largest fiend of the cnidarian breed she had ever witnessed -- it was kaleidoscopic and savage, a felled leviathan that sprung washed and lifeless at least thirty feet down the strand with tentacles still and unmoving. She gave the thing a wide berth but how viciously she wanted to eat it -- to try it -- but first, she would have to find someone stupid enough to touch it.
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Nerian tried to never venture far from the pack land, but today she walked along the coast as she meditated trying to keep her mind clear or thought's and simply just be. That wouldn't be hard for a wolf, but it was harder then one might think.
Sighing softly she made a mental note of that thought and cleared her mind again as she moved along the sandy shore. Growls broke her through her meditation though, it was at this point she finally just gave up...
She looked around and found to her mild delight a wolf whom was obviously not from the ocean or had just never had the pleasure of seeing jelly fish before. Having been raised in a coastal temple Nerian smiled to herself and moved toward the wolf
You can eat those you know She offered tipping her head ever so slightly to the right Bland but good for hot days when you need more fluid but don't want to drink. Just avoid those stringy tentacles at all cost Nerian offered a friendly smile to the coasts newcomer, I'm Nerian
no worries!!
The little libertine continued to circle the towering cnidarian with her yellow eyes prying for a weak spot -- she eyed the phantom and clinquant head that sat in the sand half-sunk and decompressed -- already filling with the noxious gas of decay. The hood of the jellyfish glittered with the insidious colors of an oil-spill, ripe with byzantine patterns and colors.
She heard behind her the approach of a stranger and she turned her narrow gaze to the female, who advanced without fear. Caiaphas looked at her blandly and returned to circling the massive and outstretched monstrosity. It was certainly not something she wanted to eat just yet -- not without witnessing another creature consume it without dying.
She paused, fancying for a moment the female bore the scent of Ragnar upon her. Her shifty little eyes flickered and she halted to face the stranger. "Stavangar Bay?"
Caiaphas appreciated the wolf's lack of obnoxious loquacity -- it was nice, occasionally, to be among the comforting companionship of the quiet. She regarded the female carefully as she turned away -- for a moment Caiaphas suspected she was departing her company. But the grey thing came back with a stone held in her jaw, wielding it in a manner Caiaphas had not thought of.
Begrudging that the female had thought of a clever thing Caiaphas had not, Caiaphas quietly followed suit until the task was completed. She stopped, a tail swished in a mild mannerism. "Ragnar's pack. I met him not too long ago to join." She stopped then. Her words were swallowed by the sea, grey and endless. She would divulge further if the female was interested, but if she did not inquire further Caiaphas would fall silent once again and stare at the jellyfish, unsure of how to pierce the hood.
Shrewdly she studied the female as it bent to the task of dismantling the corpse of the massive monster -- and she did not partake in the risky thing. Caiaphas valued her life above all else and had no intention of dying -- and it was with vague apprehension that she witnessed the female happily bear the flesh of the thing in her mouth.
It was very possible the jellyfish was poisonous. Caiaphas had learned most pelagic and unknown animals from the depth were.
Caiaphas did not feel the need to announce this. She remained unmoving, little untrustworthy eyes watching and half-hoping the wolf would seize before her and be consumed by venom. But it was apparent the flesh of the cnidarian was not potently laced and Caiaphas resigned herself to a boring dinner. She could, at the very least, appreciate that Nerian was neither probing or talkative.
"How does it taste?" She asked sweetly, coyly, her eyes foul with some half-hidden malice.
as it turns out I really suck a spree's and now it's getting late enough my writing is suffering :D
mmm... like the other Jellfish I have eaten, back in my youth we played games with them Nerian smiled, then finally got the edible end pulling from the venomous inner body. Nerian loved sharing her knowledge of seafood with other wolves, it wasn't often these heathens got to appreciate; the joy that could come from a rich and wide range in diet.
Nerian sunk her teeth into the jelly feeling it squish in her jaw it had been a very long time since she had partaken in eating a jelly fish, She didn't miss the rubbery texture and the taste wasn't exiciting or something she'd be running back for anytime soon, but it was a treat and a sweet memory of ... home.
Suddenly Nerian lost her appetite, and she turned her attention back to the nameless wolf and offered a smile that didn't quiet reach her eyes but it was friendly enough for a stranger You should try it and see for yourself, Jellyfish is not a taste one could explain, it's safe to eat when the body is removed from the bell of it. Neiran turned her grey gaze out toward the bay and the large expanse of water. Her thought's were so jumbled it was hard even for her to understand them. A soft sigh escaped her.
The intrepid coywolf did not miss the half-made smile, nor the sudden change in appetite the greybitten female sported. Her eyes narrowed and she regarded first the corpse of the seachewed invertebrate and then the countenance of the older female. There lingered there a sadness almost intangible; a transient thing that scarcely seemed whole.
She grew suspicious.
Her yellow gaze flickered in variable heights of doubt; the wolf had thus far seemed harmless but Caiaphas knew more than any living thing that guile came in many forms -- some belligerent, some beneficent. She rose and shook the detritus from her fur. "Take a bite after you have turned it down? Absolutely not." she snorted as if baffled by the incredulity she felt.
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She watched without comment as the female returned to the hood of the fish - Caiaphas had no intention of taking part. Something as large and leviathan as the engorged jellyfish deeply unsettled the female -- it meant there were things that dwelled in the deep that existed beyond the sovereign touch of the predacious wolf race.
Nerian was already leaving. Caiaphas made no motion to tell the wolf to stay. With a vitriolic gaze cast her way, she half hoped the venom would kick in then and there -- but she knew, somewhat sadly, that the flesh of the jellyfish was not venomous ... regrettably.