1 Winter 514 Bones hadn’t been in Sunberth long, and already he was looking for work. But then that was who Bones was. He did not want to lose focus amongst the humans, and certainly did not want to let his guard down amongst them. Nor did he want to find himself miza-less and without a home. If he did not work, he would not have a place to stay, nor food to eat. And eating was one of the few vices that the humans held in common with a Dhani. Perhaps not in the same way, but still a thing all the same. Bones diet in his human form was not too odd, though he did prefer to eat mainly meat. Part of this was because his body demanded a high protein diet, to keep his lean muscles in shape. Part of this was the fact that the things humans passed off as food was little more than feed for prey, plants and such. The law of the wild was survival of the fittest, eat or be eaten. Meat to fuel the body. Though if he had to he could eat the vegetation humans called food, but he did not like it. He did however prefer his meat natural, not heated till its juicy essence was ruined, or cooked as the humans called it. Nor suffused in other plants and things, or seasoned as the humans named the action. Both seemed odd to Bones, as he preferred much simpler fare, but he had learned to put up with much during his time amongst humans, even the ruining of food. That however did not mean he liked it… Before this he had been in another human city, Nyka. There he had taken on a job as a combat instructor, teaching others to fight with blade and fist. Bones own expertise lay in the more precise fighting style of unarmed combat, and with the gladius, a particularly deadly short blade. He wore two crossed on his back, held on a simple leather strap that went over one shoulder and about his torso. Easier to drop it should he need to change form. One blade was much older, a gladius with a bone hilt that had previously belonged to his father. The other was much newer, crafted by the skilled isur of Alvadas, and the finest weapon Bones had ever held. Perhaps it was his blades that attracted attention from a young boy as he walked down a street, looking for a job and a place to stay. For some reason the boy altered his path of walking, taking himself closer to Bones in his movement. Bones watched him near surreptitiously, not letting on that he had noticed the other person coming at him, a skill more at home for a hunter, but useful apparently in this setting. |