For clawsandhijabs

[colonelcannibal]

 *Ives was enjoying himself quite a bit. Looking to catch his prey before someone else could get to it was a very fun game, and he had all sorts of lovely ideas about what to do when he found it . . .

*The best method of hunting was always to make the prey come to you, in Ives' opinion. When it came to prey like this, that meant bait--and the best bait for a petty monster like this one was poor, sad, pathetic Colqhoun.*

Is there anyone out here? I'm lost . . .

Comments

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina sat next to Ives and got a fork.

[colonelcannibal]

*The food was delicious, of course--especially for Ives.* It's always so lovely to indulge myself like this.

[clawsandhijabs]

If I drank, I'd suggest wine. Maybe sparkling grape juice instead?

[colonelcannibal]

I have apple juice and grape juice, which would you prefer?

[clawsandhijabs]

Grape, please...

[colonelcannibal]

*He pours her a glass.* I haven't gotten to share a meal like this in . . . I don't know, but it's been far too long. It's great fun.

[clawsandhijabs]

She took a sip of it and nodded. "Yeah..."

[colonelcannibal]

*He finishes his appetizer and goes to check on the soup.* Almost done, I think.

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina nodded. "I hope I made it okay."

[colonelcannibal]

I'm sure it will be delicious. It smells delicious . . .

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina nodded and smiled a bit as she stirred it yet again.

[colonelcannibal]

*Before too long it's done, and he ladles himself a bowl.* I was right, it's quite excellent.

Our dinner looks close to passing out, though. We should punish him a bit more before he dies, hmm?

[clawsandhijabs]

I guess we should. Shame really...he was fun...

[colonelcannibal]

He certainly was. *He starts to butcher the poor bastard, ignoring the screams.*

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina ladled some soup for herself as she watched Ives work his murderous magic on the victim.

[colonelcannibal]

*Once he's removed the man's faces and limbs the poor thing starts spitting up blood, unable to stomach any more. Ives takes what he can before his meal dies, then cuts his throat.*

I very much enjoyed doing that.

[clawsandhijabs]

Parvina ate her soup quietly. She took another sip of her grape juice. "Zeinab made you go shopping when you babysat her?"

[colonelcannibal]

Yes. Thus the puppy.

[clawsandhijabs]

I can tell. You don't seem like the type to drink Grape Juicey Juice...

[colonelcannibal]

I'm really not, no.

[clawsandhijabs]

So Zeinab made you stock up on kiddie food I see...

[colonelcannibal]

Well how could I say no? Toddlers are rather hard to deny.