The morning after the rain

[witcheater]

"Elf tastes like meat.Elf smells like best meat" The creatures says, licking its cracked lips with the razor sharp tongue. There are two rows of teeth back their, like a sharks, and bits of bone, gristle and flesh can be seen jammed and rotting between the bone knives of its jawline.

[Altearez]

"not this elf."

[Rothek]

after spikes last comment, ulfgar is somewhat hesitant to be around the beast. ulfgar steps to altearez' side his mirth replaced with caution.

"yeh might want teh take a few steps back lad, he still looks ferr hungry"

[Altearez]

"I'm not too scared"

[Leo]

*Leo heads into the Kitchen and grabs two rags and two buckets : one clean, one dirty.*

He returns to the site of the creatures meal.

"I'll get this, I dont mind tending a cleaning job. A good job here and there can only help you. Keeps ya fit, keeps people happy, makes you'ah popular elf, and is usually something appreciated. Where does everyone normally dump dirty stuff round here?"

While he cleans he turns to Altearez," You know I agree with Ulfgar on this one, there is a difference between being bawlzy with a creature like that, and trying to get yer'self eaten."

[Altearez]

"i'm not being bawlzy i simply do not fear this creature"

[Leo]

"Why not? He's turning a troll into powder and chunks..."

Leo seems very attentive to the Creature, as if making sure he wasn't next to be a possible meal.

[Dallid]

"He is no simple beast. He is aware certain behaviors are required within Haven. The recent conflict has left him with a taste for Elf, but he knows the difference between friend and foe."

[Altearez]

"I doubt this creature would attack me and if he does I have a fighting chance, and if I die it is apparently my time, so I have no fear."

[Dallid]

“To be sure, letting down your guard completely in his presence would be unwise. Though I would think you could expect aid from all others present should there be an incident.”

[witcheater]

The creature finishes devouring the meat on the bone, consuming the femur with a wet snap and the slam of jaws. Then he stands, his reverse knees tipping his slightly forward like a tsunataour.

"Shiny one smells like meat too. Magic meat." The creature rumbles, sniffing at the Dallid.

[Aurora]

*Aurora, who has been observing waiting to see if the others need backup, finally has had enough. Her sword begins to glow as well as the green color in her eyes.*

ENOUGH!!!!

Altearez, what do you wish done with this creature. Are we fighting it, driving it out, what for we cannot allow this...this THING to continue to threaten the people who live here.

[Dallid]

“I would not interpret his words as a challenge – merely spoken observation. A statement of fact. If harm was intended, it would simply be done – no words necessary.”

Dallid faces Spike. “Would that be an accurate assessment? You appreciate having a den, an accepting clan, a sanctuary, and would not jeopardize that by attacking its residents.”

[Aurora]

I interpreate his behavior as being hostile and how he speaks of you all as meat as a threat and that he will turn around and eat you first chance he gets.

[witcheater]

The creature pays no attention to the woman at all, and cocks its headways looking at the dallid.

"Only eat the already dead. Gabrial said so." the creature tries to say through a mouthful of twisted sharp teeth.