It took awhile, but Razor was able to track down, down, kill, and then carry a wild hog. The damn thing was a pain, but it was also big, strong...plenty of meat on it that would be able to satisfy a lot of people...it would do in feeding two people that spent the most of the hours running and hiding. Oh yeah, it would certainly do...the Ramen just hoped that the human girl was able to put up a fire without too much trouble...he was starving and couldn't wait to cook up this fat son of a bitch! Though, once he reached back to the cave...something was off...<br/><br/>When he was at the mouth of the cave, he sniffed around. He smelt...cooking vegetables. Already he was turned off at the scent of that...he couldn't stomach fruits, berries, vegetables, fungus...plants just didn't do it for him nor his digestion. But also, while he smelled something cooking, he didn't smell smoke...and there was warmth, yet no fire. And he could hear...humming, no...singing? What the hell was this all about? He shook his head, the spines on his head rattling at the motion...oh well, this woman was really testing his capability of guessing what she was capable of doing or what she would do.<br/><br/>He just settled with feeling around, looking for something to-ahah! He found a rock to which to sit upon. He sat down on the rock and used a claw to feel around on the leather straps he used to cover his chest...and then frowned in disappointment. He could of sworn he had a knife for skinning and cutting meat...oh well, he still had his razor sharp claws, which he guessed would be good at disemboweling the creature, to prep it for cooking and consuming. With that thought decided upon, he let his claws sink into the stomach of the creature and began taking the organs out of the dead beast to prepare it for cooking.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, he decided to call out,"Fancy trick you did there...might make it difficult for me to cook my dinner...but very crafty, princess." The 'pet name' was more to jab at her being a very snobbish brat that was a bit ungrateful, as well as seeming to be oh-so-very judgmental about everything that was against her believes or world view or whatever. Needless to say the name came with a bit of playful venom.<br/><br/>If the girl were to look at him after him saying that, she would be able to see him in full. The moon was cast down upon him as he sat by the mouth of the cave, working on the boar. With the moonlight glistening on his pale, thin skin...showing off quite the bit of detail. Though, she would also come to find the lash marks across his face, where his eyes would be...but the scarred flesh only showing that he was born without eyes, his anatomy not showing any eye sockets or indentions. He was simply born without eyes. And the rest of his face simply didn't have much else to it, outside of the slit he had for a mouth that easily moved open and closed with every breath he took, showing his needle-like teeth that seemed only good at ripping and shredding meat. His long 'mane' of spines glistened as well, though it was dark compared to his skin, and moved and swayed with every movement of his chest and back as he worked, clacking as they collided with each other.<br/><br/>He was fit, for a Ramen...though his bones were still visible through the tight skin, and the patterns of different colored veins that pump blood back and forth from his heart. And of course she would still see his claws working on the hog, making it at least somewhat prepped for cooking. Though, she would also notice a look of disgust on the Ramen's face (or at least something that would look like it) as he was forced to use his bare hands to prep his meal...he would of preferred a tool like his knife to do this task, but he didn't have a choice.<br/><br/>The busy Ramen also noted as he worked,"By the way...lovely singing voice you have. I heard a bit about the churches you Humans visit. Something about a choir being present sometimes? Were you ever part of one? If not, it would be a waste of talent..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>