nú munk nár af bragði ok nær dýrum deyja [open/introduction]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Gabriel wasn't fond of eating anymore. Well, he would be, if it weren't for his completely fucked digestive system, where he hacked up pellets of bones and whatnot after he ate, which was something he'd never get used to. Maybe he could try eating something without bones -a worm? he'd prefer not to- but until he found a suitable alternative, he was stuck with needing to hide away after a meal, so that nobody found him hunched over. To make things worse, he'd gone intangible in the middle of that once, and it was a memory Gabe knew would haunt him for the rest of his days. Eating used to be more enjoyable, although that had been before he began to see food as just a necessity; it started tasting bland, and he had little care for it. Then, when he woke up however long after the eggheads finished with him, he'd been in this body. Simpler times weren't really in sight anymore.

Making his way through with a mouse in his beak -ha, little shits were learning to fear him- he set it down, intending to eat it, when a familiar figure caught his eye. Tilting his head, he picked it up, ambling over toward the wolf, glad to see he was improving. Once he was close enough, Gabe dropped the mouse again, automatically hunkering down to seem smaller. "Hey, chico. You hungry? Dunno if you like to eat mice, but between the both of us, it'll probably like you better than it does me."
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