Loveless: Day 12

Word Count: 72,015

Summary of Events:

Le Démon struggled with the idea of trusting Thérèse and whether or not he should. Thérèse thought about how she enjoyed reading, then felt pity for Le Démon, being as he looked to be in a great deal turmoil. Le Démon sat in the main bedchamber, thinking, and then spied a bird, which he tried to catch, but failed and fell off of the balcony. Thérèse heard the fall and tended to Le Démon after he was magically brought in. Feeling better, Le Démon decided to go hunting from lower ground and caught a buck, which he brought into the bureau to eat . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

""Oh please no!" she cried.

He looked at her indignantly. If he wanted to eat it, he could eat it.

"I don't want to see it, please go eat it somewhere else," she said.

Sighing, he collected the buck and went to the dining room to eat it.

Again, however, before he could dig in, he was stopped. This time it was the others taking the buck from him.

Furiously he roared and sprang after them, but they managed to get it into the kitchen and close the door on him before he could get inside.

In anger, he roared at the door, then he threw his weight against it before clawing at the door and peeling strips of varnished oak off of it to fall in narrow, curled strips on the floor.

After far too long the door was opened and he collapsed inside. He found a pile of entrails and other parts considered by many to be useless before him. None of the meaty carcass itself.

He growled at them for taking his buck from him, but settled down and started eating what they'd presented to him anyways. He'd hunted it, he'd killed it, why couldn't he eat all of it now?

What they gave him was enjoyable enough, but it didn't take him too long to eat it because he didn't have to chew through bones and whatnot to get it. He then looked around the kitchen to see where they would've hidden the rest.

He decided the cool room was his best bet, but found, when he reached its door, that it was locked. In anger, he roared and beat on the door. It was his! Why couldn't he eat it!? Why did they have to go taking it from him!?

With much snarling and growling he left the kitchen and made his way back to the bureau where she looked at him with a worried curiosity.

He flopped to the floor heavily and exhaled sharply as he dropped his head down onto his forepaws. It wasn't fair. It was his, he'd caught it, and he had a right to eat it however he pleased.

Sighing, he hoped that they would give him all of the parts of that buck in subsequent dinners if they were going to go and be so unkind as to take it away from him. He didn't want to go sharing it with anyone.

Although, really, the only one he had to share it with was her.

He stared at the fire for awhile before raising his head and looking at her. She was back reading again. He thought about it. Was it really that bad to share a little venison with her?

No. So long as the others didn't go cooking all of the venison for her, though, he'd caught it, and he had a right to it, besides, he'd probably eat more of it than she would anyways, women didn't have that terribly big of appetites."