A Camping Trip With Isak

[colonelcannibal]

 *Ives is enjoying himself tremendously. It's been too long since he went camping, doing so again is a lot of fun--especially with a friend. (The fact that he has a friend is pretty amazing all by itself.) He enjoys pointing things out, and enjoys even more when Isak notices things for himself.*

We can go fishing tomorrow, if you would like? Or just swim, one way or the other.

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[colonelcannibal]

Indeed. To go without would drive me quite insane. *Ah, the irony of such a statement . . .* I hope you never see me that hungry, for both our sakes.

[isak_cederstrom]

"Agreed; let's avoid that if we can," Isak said with an amused but serious smirk. He kept eating some of the fish and vegetables, his stomach slowly filling. "An odd question, but what is your favorite way to eat them? Raw? Or cooked a certain way?"

[colonelcannibal]

Raw is good, but stews and steaks are better.

[isak_cederstrom]

"That is good to know," Isak said, finishing up the last of his food. He leaned back in the chair and gave his belly a nice, content pat. He grabbed his whiskey glass and sipped it. "That tends to be for most meat. A good stew -- like the moose one I mentioned -- is one of my favorite things to eat."

[colonelcannibal]

I'd have to make you one, then. *He laughs at his own grim joke.*

[isak_cederstrom]

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Isak said with a laugh. "I will be happy making Älg Gryta instead."

[colonelcannibal]

Would you prefer a steak, then?

[isak_cederstrom]

"I will be okay with the left over fish here, and the rest of the fish I purchased for the week," Isak said with a laugh. "And the food that I brought, as well."

[colonelcannibal]

Well, that's the sane part of the answer . . .

[isak_cederstrom]

"I know, I am no fun," Isak replied with a playfully solemn shake of his head. He held his whiskey glass up and gave it a little shake. "Get more of this into me, and I loosen up."

[colonelcannibal]

Well, I suppose that's fair. *He takes a sip of his own, then goes to check on his disturbing meal.*

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak was a bit startled at the fact that the "meat" the Colonel was cooking smelled more or less like some kind of wild game. Venison, perhaps. It could even disguise itself as beef. It was a weird thing to discover. He finished up the rest of his whiskey and poured himself another three fingers' worth. He went to the front door and went to stand outside in the fresh air, breathing deeply and sighing happily.

[colonelcannibal]

*It looks like pork, almost, aside from the horrible grasping fingers. He'll be kind, though, and eat those quickly enough that Isak doesn't have to look at them.*

Nothing quite like the long sort of pork to make me feel better.

[isak_cederstrom]

Isak glanced over his shoulder at Ives from the doorway. He caught a quick glimpse of the fingers and felt a slight lurch in his stomach before he turned back around and took another sip of the whiskey.

"As long as you happy and enjoying yourself, that is what matters," he said, braving another look. He was relieved to see the fingers gone by that point, so he came back and stood near the table, leaning against the wall.

[colonelcannibal]

I appreciate the sentiment. It can't be easy for you to, ah, accept. Can it?

*His meal looks almost normal now, the only hint of the truth being the sinister glint in his eyes.*

[isak_cederstrom]

"It is easy to accept," Isak said, swirling his whiskey around in the glass, "When I think about it in terms of survival. The rabbit does not like that the fox has to eat it, but it has no choice. The fox has to survive, just as the rabbit will eat the grass to survive. I see no difference except for the type of animal."

[colonelcannibal]

But that's not likely to make the rabbit feel any better, is it? You're in the lion's den now, lad, and the fact that the lion likes you doesn't make it any less of a lion. *He takes another bite, savoring his meal--which is kind of horrific, really, if you think about it for long.* I might not kill you myself, but . . . lets just say that I would hate to waste you.

[isak_cederstrom]

"The rabbit does not have to like it. The rabbit merely has to accept it. The fox may eat it, it may not. The rabbit merely has to acknowledge and understand the risk of possibility."

[colonelcannibal]

I'm glad that you have managed to accept, at least. Humans are no longer used to being anywhere but the very top of the food chain . . .

[isak_cederstrom]

"I won't lie and say that it is still a little unsettling, but when I think of it in those types of terms, it is easier to understand and easier to accept. We do a good enough job of destroying each other that the risk of being eaten should not be that surprising."

So I found a James Taylor song that fits this guy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HbnOJvaLmA

[colonelcannibal]

For what it's worth, I would savor you. I always do, with people I like.

Probably not worth much, but it's hopefully better than nothing.

URL didn't work ..

[isak_cederstrom]

"I will -- ehm, do my best to take that as a compliment," Isak replied with a slightly uneasy chuckle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5HbnOJvaLmA should work, its just not capitalizing right oO

[colonelcannibal]

Making you uncomfortable, am I? Well well, good to know that you have a survival instinct around here somewhere. I was starting to wonder. *He smiles, looking mildly relieved, and then rather unhelpfully goes back to eating.* Mmm, I think our meals have both turned out very well.

[isak_cederstrom]

"A bit, yes. Not enough to make me go running, but yes." Isak finished off the last of his whiskey and set the glass down on the counter. "I think -- Well." He went quiet for a few moments, glancing down to the ground. "I think sometimes that I used my survival instinct up at too young an age. And that is why it is not strong as it used to be." He gave a bit of a shrug. "I am glad you enjoyed yourself," he replied with a very faint smile. "Thank you for inviting me again."

[colonelcannibal]

May I ask what happened to cause that, or is it something you'd rather not think about more than you have to?

You're most welcome. It gets rather lonely out here, after all. Which is my own fault, admittedly, but I can't help that.