glory to the second-in-command.

[enfire]

WHO Heat & Various Tribe (and Honorary!) Members
WHERE Embryon Base
WHEN Slightly backdated -- December 26th.
STYLE Either way; I'll follow your lead!
STATUS Closed to those at the base.
WARNING Cannibals.



Hunched over one of the tables, Heat seemed to be busy at work with something. He hadn't been aware of this whole 'christmas' and 'gift-giving' thing until the day had passed. But he didn't seem to be letting that stop him from doing, well... something. He pulled a frayed ribbon into a bow on the last package, and looked at it with a smirk, apparently proud of his own handywork. He had taken great care with that one, standing back to admire how it looked atop the others.

The gifts ranged in size and shape, and the paper that covered them was unmatching and torn, then taped together awkwardly, some of them with bits of ribbon taped on as well. But the last one was certainly the 'best' if it could even be called that... Beneath the table, there seemed to be a puddle forming, dark and thick -- as something seemed to be leaking out from them.

Heat took a step back, hands on his hips as he admired the stack of presents, feeling accomplished at the completion of his task.

Comments

[rainbowarch]

[When Heat shoves the present at him, Cielo ends up holding it in his front legs. He looks at it rather curiously and the puts it on the ground, opening it with his teeth.]

[enfire]

( cielo your teeth are so flat and useless... heat is fidgeting a little as he watches out of the corner of his eye.
beneath the last layer of poorly tapped paper lies... an arm. it's torn from the shoulder, but there doesn't seem to be any sort of hand on it. if you look a little too carefully, there might be some signs of gnawing having gone on there... )

[rainbowarch]

[As he is right now, Cielo can't eat the arm. His pony self doesn't include meat in the diet. He can put it in the fridge for when he returns to his normal self. Getting up, he nudges his comrade with his head.]

Thanks bro.

[enfire]

Uh... yeah. ( he manages to spit out, shuffling his feet a little ) Guess it doesn't do you much good now. ( and he just kind of... shrugs a little )

[rainbowarch]

But you still went out and got it for me, ja?

[And he appreciates the effort that went into it! Isn't there some kind of saying about this? Something about thoughts and numbers?]

[enfire]

( there's a bit of warmth he can feel rising in his chest and his cheeks, which he did his best to ignore -- ) Just... don't let it go to waste then. ( he grunts, and shuffles a bit and tries to wave the ponyscout off )

I have more stuff to do.

[rainbowarch]

[Wow Heat you look so awkward there. Well. It's progress.]

Got other gifts to give, ja? I won't hold up a busy pony like yourself then.

[And he grabs two ends of the wrapping paper with his teeth to lift up the present and store it for safe keeping.]

[enfire]

( his eye twitched just slightly at that -- ) What did you call me?

[rainbowarch]

[After putting the gift down, all Cielo does is look up at Heat in confusion.]

What, did I say something?

[He doesn't seem to realize what it was he said.]