Fishing Cats (open)

[Jason]

A giant, black shadow crossed the territory of the Veldt. Jasper was gliding in, and carrying what appeared to be a strange basket in his huge, dexterous paws. Upon his back, a gray skinned creature clung for dear life. It was apparent that the passenger, Corvette, was not enjoying the flight. His build suggested a semi aquatic lifestyle, after all. “Don’t you dare get sick,” the dark beast growled to his passenger as he started to drop in altitude. He was not planning to land hard, considering the landing site was small and he was a bit over burdened at the moment. He banked so he started to descend in lazy circles. His wings started to beat once again when he was just reaching the ground, halting his forward momentum and allowing him to place the basket carefully by the dens.

Corvette slid off the beast, legs weak, making for the water where he could calm down more easily. “No more flying. Next time, you run, no flying.” Jasper laughed and watched the land shark slip into the pool and disappear under the surface. Corvette proceeded to prop his chin on a rock so his head was out of the water, but the gills on his neck were still under.

“Asesino,” called the monster before trotting over to the female’s den with the basket of seafood. “I have food for you.” He sat down before her den and dropped it inside for her. “Cor helped me. We got lobster, crab, and some assorted shell fish,” he stated. They were all still moving a bit. “And I got cream and cheese.” He pointed to the jug and package wrapped in a waxed deer skin.

[kahara]

ASESINO DONOVAN

[/i] She said and then gave the cream and cheese a glance. "Cream and cheese? I don't think I've heard of it before." And she wasn't too keen to try it -- but if he offered, she wouldn't say no. Asesino looked back at the basket and then realized that her method of cracking the shells would be.. a little inefficient with where she was. "I don't suppose you could help me with cracking some of these open, just a bit so that I can peel the shell off and get to the meat? I'd do it myself, but the only method I ever used was to swiftly toss and fling it against rocks along the shoreline. Seeing as I'm well.. rounded, and no where near large shoreline boulders.."

It was something that she despised -- feeling almost helpless. The need to ask for help with the simple things in life. [/ul][/blockquote]