Night glanced up at the human with one eye squeezed shut. “Eh, it’s not that I’m deliberately being careless with it. I’m just shite at skinning animals. I’m more used to just tearing it away and ripping the meat into chunks I can swallow without choking.” He decided that Elliot was far better at it than he was and left the man to remove the skin while he liced through flesh and bone to the best of his claws abilities. It kept them from growing far too long and unmanageable.
He blinked at Elliot’s next words, breaking into laughter. “Oh, gods! I think you’ve misinterpreted my words,” he chuckled, holding his hands up, palms facing towards Elliot in a non-threatening way. “You could call it a fight if that’s how you see it. Heck, it’s almost as good as giving a good thumping.” His grin revealed his canines, though he hadn’t meant it as a challenge. Gee, either this guy was a virgin or he just didn’t get innuendos very well.
Halfway wrapping his third chunk of boar flesh, Night paused. “Like that,” he gestured at the spit hanging over the fire, though he wasn’t sure if the human heard him. Oh well, that wasn’t his problem. The half blood paused in his meat wrapping to pick up a somewhat straight branch, pushing the pointed end through the meaty bundle. “Unless you wanna salt the stuff, though I dunno how you’re going to do that without salt.”
Without another word, he turned to the deer’s carcass, dragging it over so that it lay near the fire as well. “Or you could, like, find some way to suspend it over the fire to smoke it. Apparently, dehydrating meat is supposed to keep it from rotting, though I’ve never tried the technique myself.” He thought the idea rather odd, actually. Wouldn’t smoking it just cover it in ash?
He flinched at the sound of the dagger biting deep into the trunk of the tree, eyes flicking up to look at the hilt of the weapon. “You’re going to take someone’s eye out doing that one day. And I highly doubt they’d be pleased with you for it.” He knew he wouldn’t be pleased at losing an eye. His vision was one of his greater senses.
Starting with the soft underbelly of the deer, Night drew a long claw from its breastbone all the way down to the back of its pelvis. What came out was a rather strange surprise. Sure, there was the usual blood and guts and other tasties, but it seemed this deer was pregnant. A dark smirk crossed his face, hand reached in a small ways to tear open the womb and drag the unborn animal out. It had suffocated to death.
Elliot had disappeared into the trees by then and Night was thankful for it. He didn’t particularly like people watching him when he ate. They often got grossed out by it. Using a heavy foot to hold the body in place, Night grabbed out leg and tore it from the body with one hard yank. The sound would have made any sane human sick, but Night’s mouth just built up more saliva.
Bringing the leg to his mouth, the half blood proceeded to tear into the flesh, blood dribbling down his chin and onto his chest. When the chewed chunk went down, Night moaned in pleasure. “Damn, this is almost as good as sex!” he exclaimed, going in for another bite. He didn’t quite reach the flesh before Elliot reappeared, carrying firewood.
“Oh… that’s what you were doing,” Night said around another mouthful of faun meat he had ripped from the bone. “Don’t stare at it,” he chided when he noticed Elliot staying rather still. “You’ll burn out your eyes and that’ll be the end of you. And don’t think I’m dragging your sorry, blind ass back to Syliras. I barely know you.”