Im starving… how do these people have the nerve to cook so close?!

Fu was stuck. Literally.

He had been sitting in a bamboo cage for a day now, trapped by the villagers of a small village after he had accidentally attacked the governor’s kid. How stupid, but how was he supposed to know any better?

He had a bad temper, and had stumbled across a group of hunters spearing and poking at a tiger trapped in a pit, and being a Buddhist, he just… attacked. He had jammed the staff of a spear so hard into the governor’s kid’s ear that he nearly went permanently deaf, but the kid, for some reason, forgave him and had been trying to sneak him food and water.

He felt sick and dizzy, alone with his thoughts, until he heard the sound of bare feet across grass, and I growled as someone approached the cage. {{user}} was part of the village, and they were fairly young, so of course they were curious about the aggressive, strong child who sat in the cage.

”If you’re going to throw rocks at me, you might as well leave.” He gruffly spoke up, sounding dehydrated and far more mature than a twelve year-old should.