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Getsuy was a man of very few words. As the goddess placed a plate of food in front of him, his eyes lowered to the platter and he took a deep inhale. The food smelled far too much like plants to entice him, so he chose to ignore it as he turned his eyes onto the crowd about him. Now those gods and goddesses, those would be quite savory. 

As the golden god of odd shapes and machinery addressed him, the grim being turned his silvery eyes onto the creature's form. He pondered for a moment, questioning if he could even consume such a creature. Surely had had plenty of magic to animate him but the wendigo was unsure if he could properly devour him to absorb such magic. Deciding that it would be far too much work for little to no food, he finally addressed the man. 

[Color=#883d39]”I was-”[/color] his head tilted slightly, his silver eyes flashing violently before he continued, [color=#883d39]”curious.”[/color] A second platter of food was placed directly in front of Getsuy, this one with juicy, finely cut pieces of meat with a delicate sauce dribbled along them. Getsuy watched the servant hurry off, keeping her head low and her eyes cast to the ground. When she felt his eyes on her, her pace hastened. 

The wendigo watched the girl until she disappeared behind a door then turned his eyes to the slices of meat. He inhaled, examining the new food. This platter was far more enticing to him and he pinched a piece between his thumb and index claws. Practically inhaling the piece, he chewed only once before swallowing it completely. He wasn't a fan of the sauce but the meat was pleasant enough. 

He took his time, slowly eating one piece at a time. There were rules to civilization, rules that seemed to linger in the back of his mind whenever humanity peeked through. Though he did not feel he should follow such rules and would abandon them with the drop of a hat, he was civil enough that night to follow them well enough. Instead of devouring the food like the ravenous, starving beast he was, he restrained himself well enough to eat the food properly, if only a little quickly. 

In between two pieces of meat, he paused a mocuriousment before locking his eyes on Aeliana. [Color=#883d39]”I smell the deer.”[/color] The unspoken question lingered in the air as he continued to eat. Where was he? Upon finishing the food, Getsuy turned to Antero with a grunt. [Color=#883d39]”Your acolytes move quickly.”[/color] He didn't truly mean anything by the statement. It was just a casual statement meant to spark conversation but he was very bad at casual conversations. 

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