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[indent][indent][hr][center][color=goldenrod]• [b]The Eoldysseus[/b] - [b][i] Ifrise Forest[/i][/b], [b][i]Sovereignty of Dryadalis[/i][/b] •[/color]
[sub][/sub][/center][hr][/indent][/indent][indent][indent]He glared at Clara and the smirk on her face forced a giggle out of his. He took his time diverting his eyes from the bark of the trees around him, actually considering if they were safe for consumption or not. It seemed to work for woodland creatures but probably not the sort of thing humans should eat, especially not when there’s a perfectly appetizing source of meat right in front of them. 

[color=daa520]“Well, I suppose we shouldn’t let go to waste.”[/color] 

Zestasia licked his lips, salivating at the possibilities of the krovar meat. This was foreign territory for him. He had very limited knowledge about krovar. So like all great curious minds wanting to know more about something, Zestasia walked up and knelt in front of the carcass, inspecting it from a close distance.

He manipulated the sun ether around his left hand just enough to provide him with a cutting tool. He slid his hand across the belly of the beast and let the oozing liquid that he assumed was blood pour out. He reached into the carcass with the ether-covered hand and felt around for anything loose. It took him only a few moments to pull out something solid and it was a palm-sized filet, which again Zestasia was assuming. Nothing about what he felt inside the belly nor what he pulled out registered as common knowledge.

[color=daa520]“So, this is what its come to, huh?[/color]” He kept his eyes on the piece of meat he held in his hand, rotating it within the palm and used his fingers as a makeshift rotisserie. He would spend the next couple of minutes slowly cooking the meat. 

The fear of the unknown had crept into his mind so much that even as the piece of beef in his hand neared outward doneness and as Zestasia pressed his other hand against it, making sure it was perfectly cooked, he wasn’t sure. He had no idea of knowing if it was poisonous or not. If it was and he ate it, he could die, but if it wasn’t and he didn’t eat it, then he’ll be hungry. 

Neither of those options was ideal

His mind kept dividing attention between what he held in his hand and if this actually was literal poison disguised as a delicious chunk of meat. 

[color=daa520]"Yo, guys,"[/color] Zestasia beckoned to the group in a raised voice. "[color=daa520]Does this look safe to eat?"[/color] He asked, holding up the filet of meat in his hand.
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