From that comment of wanting her still...a smirk crossed her face. Her eyes beaming at Flynt as she issued a challenge.
"If you can find out what my real name is...consider me yours."Â
She would hold her promise. Yet there was nothing left of her old life or name. All information even remotely close to her resided in her homeland and her master. Yet it wasn't impossible.
"But if that is too hard for you I could always reduce the challenge. I think it would be fun, no? See how determined you are." she wanted to have fun with Flynt in a way. She took his word and tried cracking it open, seeing the edible meat and part of the internal organs. She tried her best to not even look at it as she dug out the tail meat to eat.
But as he was cutting into his steak she could see how it cut in. To the untrained eye it seemed like any knife but to her it felt like a dull blade attempting to cut through a dummy, only to have it take multiple swings. It was a pet peeve to see any cutting tool not be precise and perfect in a way. So she took one of her knives from the small bag and handed it to Flynt. She didn't bother to look at him, feeling too embarrassed to offer.
"Use my knife. I can't stand seeing a rocking motion with blades..."Â
Her dagger was a one sided blade. The blade shined brighter than the other parts and the handle made from a sturdy kind of wood. Polished and maintained to prevent rust and wear. On the end of the handle was a small symbol of a half moon with claw marks through it. Her old clan's mark. Unlike the knives she threw, these were her weapons...and she brought her weapons to dinner.
On her second, she caught wind of the so called butter sauce. She didn't want to ask Flynt, wanting him to enjoy his meal. So she tried it and yet it tasted different with the sauce. The faintest meow of enjoyment came from her mouth. "...What is this golden delight? It makes the meat taste so much better...So creamy and...lemon in it?" her eyes almost sparkling like Emeralds at this new discovery for her mouth. In fact, taking another bite from another tail was even better.
"Nya..." her words slipping out louder.
Some would find this weird or awkward out of context of her situation.
"If you can find out what my real name is...consider me yours."Â
She would hold her promise. Yet there was nothing left of her old life or name. All information even remotely close to her resided in her homeland and her master. Yet it wasn't impossible.
"But if that is too hard for you I could always reduce the challenge. I think it would be fun, no? See how determined you are." she wanted to have fun with Flynt in a way. She took his word and tried cracking it open, seeing the edible meat and part of the internal organs. She tried her best to not even look at it as she dug out the tail meat to eat.
But as he was cutting into his steak she could see how it cut in. To the untrained eye it seemed like any knife but to her it felt like a dull blade attempting to cut through a dummy, only to have it take multiple swings. It was a pet peeve to see any cutting tool not be precise and perfect in a way. So she took one of her knives from the small bag and handed it to Flynt. She didn't bother to look at him, feeling too embarrassed to offer.
"Use my knife. I can't stand seeing a rocking motion with blades..."Â
Her dagger was a one sided blade. The blade shined brighter than the other parts and the handle made from a sturdy kind of wood. Polished and maintained to prevent rust and wear. On the end of the handle was a small symbol of a half moon with claw marks through it. Her old clan's mark. Unlike the knives she threw, these were her weapons...and she brought her weapons to dinner.
On her second, she caught wind of the so called butter sauce. She didn't want to ask Flynt, wanting him to enjoy his meal. So she tried it and yet it tasted different with the sauce. The faintest meow of enjoyment came from her mouth. "...What is this golden delight? It makes the meat taste so much better...So creamy and...lemon in it?" her eyes almost sparkling like Emeralds at this new discovery for her mouth. In fact, taking another bite from another tail was even better.
"Nya..." her words slipping out louder.
Some would find this weird or awkward out of context of her situation.
