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@Draconian ]
Oh he'd never thought he'd be this hungry. And begging in the streets didn't seem to work. For some reason people ran from him, as if he had some horrid creature on his head, or stunk with cadaver-like severity. All he wanted was something warm, meaty, and filling. Was it too much to ask!? For once, Maako was afraid. He had no idea what was going to happen and the unknown of it all was swiftly becoming overwhelming.
So he did as any frightened creature would do. He hid in the shadows until those creatures known as humans slowly dissipated from the streets. Little by little they drifted off until the last dregs wandered their way into the warmth of taverns and their homes.
"Find a cat! No one will miss one," his hand griped.
"NO!" Maako hissed, glaring at the blinking eye in his left palm. "NO cats! They leave behind hairballs. You think people run from me now? You should see them when they see me spitting up fur!"
Maako kept his hand to his chest to prevent it from speaking further and he tried to quiet the grumblings of his stomach. Eyes darted toward a passerby, and he sniffed. Gods, the woman smelled like salami! Quickly, he scittered from the darkness, crawling quietly and making his way behind her. She soon turned a corner and disappeared behind a tavern.
Maako rushed to follow, only to be distracted by another scent. More salami, and it wasn't just residue either. It was food! And he quickly clamored up the window to go and investigate.
The place was deserted, as far as he was aware, and he waited until the silence assured him of exactly that.
He moved toward the smell, following his nose to a T. When he found it's source, he slowly opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Salamis and beef cuts and bread and cheese and more food than he could believe. He was practically salivating right there. He didn't hesitate, finding his nails digging into a portion of a pig's thigh, and sinking his teeth into it.