Kilik
Elfen Island
The smell of food dragged Kilik away like a dog on a leash, assaulting his nostrils with tantalizing treats he knew he couldn't have. The pungent, aromatic blend of the infusion of different cheeses combined with the tangy, sweet smell of freshly cooked meat hits the olfactory senses with a blast of pleasant sensations. The feel of the warm, oily melted cheese on the tongue with excited the taste buds in a pleasing caress which has a lasting effect, was first in for most in his mind. The savoury tomato and the spicy meat created a perfect taste combination that leaved the mouth feeling revitalized and very satisfied. The doughy texture could compliment the exotic taste and complete the exciting and enthralling taste experience.
All that from just a whiff of another mans breakfast. Kilik was in trouble.
There is no way, I'm leaving this island, without filling my stomach. His thoughts ran wild and unrestrained, planing, forming, thinking. All he needed was one meal, and he would be fine . . . he sounded like a drug addict. He knew what he had to do.
Kilik had no qualms about stealing, his powers was a product of it, but it still wasn't right. Who was he to take when he was hungry? Soon, bustling streets left him in front of a restaurant, perfect.
"The Valiant Angler." he read aloud, allowing the words to roll of his tongue with newfound familiarity. A stupid name. Despite his qualms about the name, if he wanted to eat somewhere, it would be here. So what was he going to do?
With the loud grumbling of his stomach distracting him, he decided against planning and kicked the door open, it went against tradition anyway.
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