Well, they had to do the obvious thing first.
They looked around, seeking soft dirt, which they found inside a nearby cave. Boula removed her shoes, hung their U-shapes by the bowl on her right wrist, and then carefully tread the ground inside the cave, feeling for softness while Seph waited outside. The cave was too small and even Boula was bent almost double searching, wincing and muttering every time her horns brushed against the cave's rough ceiling.
Once she discovered a softer patch and felt it move and press back against her weight, Boula ground her teeth and then began kicking and scuffing, scooping away the dirt with her fingers and hooves; about two handsbreadths down she saw a glow, and carefully, yet firmly, began to pull worms from the earth. She tossed them outside the cave, where they wiggled haphazardly; Seph eyed them with a frown. They were thigh-thick and segmented, with small, wiggling protrusions he assumed were legs. They were bruised by her handling, bleeding slightly.
"Hurry and get them," Boula called out from the dimness, "or they'll start burrowing again," and with a grimace Seph grabbed the nearest one by the middle, cringing at the texture. It was incredibly squishy and when he grabbed it its innards were displaced into either end. His fingers met each other through the pale yellow flesh. More blood oozed.
It was also surprisingly heavy. He hauled it, bent-legged, to the niche in the wall; the worm struggled mildly and when he reached the squabs they began to shriek louder, as if sensing his presence, and that of food. He thought for a moment of cutting the worm up and giving a piece to each of them, but the idea of tarnishing his dagger with the worm blood already smeared onto his hands made him cringe further, and finally he just pitched the worm at them.
He hit some of the squabs dead on the skull, and they withdrew, stunned; but others acted quickly, and in morbid fascination Seph watched as the worm popped like a water balloon, was stabbed and sipped until all the birds were stained with mustard color and screeching louder.
Once she discovered a softer patch and felt it move and press back against her weight, Boula ground her teeth and then began kicking and scuffing, scooping away the dirt with her fingers and hooves; about two handsbreadths down she saw a glow, and carefully, yet firmly, began to pull worms from the earth. She tossed them outside the cave, where they wiggled haphazardly; Seph eyed them with a frown. They were thigh-thick and segmented, with small, wiggling protrusions he assumed were legs. They were bruised by her handling, bleeding slightly.
"Hurry and get them," Boula called out from the dimness, "or they'll start burrowing again," and with a grimace Seph grabbed the nearest one by the middle, cringing at the texture. It was incredibly squishy and when he grabbed it its innards were displaced into either end. His fingers met each other through the pale yellow flesh. More blood oozed.
It was also surprisingly heavy. He hauled it, bent-legged, to the niche in the wall; the worm struggled mildly and when he reached the squabs they began to shriek louder, as if sensing his presence, and that of food. He thought for a moment of cutting the worm up and giving a piece to each of them, but the idea of tarnishing his dagger with the worm blood already smeared onto his hands made him cringe further, and finally he just pitched the worm at them.
He hit some of the squabs dead on the skull, and they withdrew, stunned; but others acted quickly, and in morbid fascination Seph watched as the worm popped like a water balloon, was stabbed and sipped until all the birds were stained with mustard color and screeching louder.
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...okay, that was gross. 0_o
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