.: Strange Cravings :.

Tzillah had been excited for the order since she'd seen it in full color on the side of the food truck, the scent of buttery deep-fry and vinegar acidity filling the air as it had wafted around the bustling buns. Oh, how the scent had drawn her in, the visage of delectability had her practically salivating, had her ordering without a second thought. Please, take her money! Give! While her normally emotionless face betrayed little, her excitement could be seen in the wiggling of her nose, in the soft little wheeks and eeps that slipped out as the bag of food had been handed to her as she made grabby hands. The happy little foot thumpies that had her hooves rattling off against the pavement before she took off, bag held close to her chest. She had to make it home, whilst it was still warm!

And homeward she had gone, back to the safety and comfort of her pillow and blanket nest, light filtering through the material of the blankets to bathe her and her treat in dimlight. The shadows and shades shifted around her aimlessly as she snuggled down, burying herself in blankets as she made herself comfortable. She carefully made a table of pillow, a fuzzy plaid blanket for a table cloth and her faux spirits for dinnermates. Delicate is she as starts to unpack her food, her hellish delights set out in a spread for her and her alone. And hellish was it, this visual cacophony of chaos. A bed of fried pickle chips, seasoned with chili and vanilla and cinnamon spice, topped with batter-dipped, deep fried pats of butter, two small blooming onions nestled amongst them with caramel and salt drizzled atop. Star-shaped seitan nuggets had been arranged between the onions and the butter pats, and the entirety of this disheveled deep fried horror had been contained atop a bed of lettuce and cinnamon sugar churro strips contained by a sourdough bread bowl. A healthy dousing of balsamic vinegar glaze had been swizzled and swirled over the top of the bowl, enough so that it might one worry for the integrity of the bottom of the bread bowl.

Tzillah gave a happy little hum, her head swaying  side to side lightly as she sprinkled the top of her 'treat' with toasted black seasame seeds and coarse brown sugar...there! Perfect! Well, almost perfect, she thought to herself... maybe if it had some mint chocolate chip ice cream? Ooh, wait no, rocky road! Wait, no, both! But alas, she had neither in her freezer, so this would have to suffice. She speared one of the star nuggets on a fork alongside a butter pat, swiping it in some of the caramel and balasamic before popping it in her mouth. Any other time of year, she would have gagged at the mixture of salty-sweet and acid deep fried horror, but right now? Right now, it was the most delicious delicacy she'd ever had the honor, the joy, of consuming. Nothing else mattered outside of her little blanket nest except this culinary delight as it assaulted her taste buds, the vinegar and coarse salt burning her tongue ever so slightly. The way the deep-fried butter pats popped when she bit into them. The squeak of pickle chips and how sweetly it mixed with the softness of the churro strips had her head swaying a little faster, nose scrunching in delight. The blooming onions that she could have pulled apart. Could have. But instead she just lifted them, burying her face into them as she dug into them, just biting at them like they were apples. But the best part? The best part had come near the end, when she folded down the bread bowl sides, trapping the lettuce, churros, and remaining pickle chips inside and at it like a pita pocket, cradling it in both hands as she finished off her unholy feast.

The shadowy succubun daintily dabbed her her mouth, before gathering the paper and trash to tuck back into the bag. Tucking it to the side, she flops back into the soft embrace of her pillows, snuggling down into her blankets. With belly full and cravings sated, slumber gently beckoned her into it's arms, to let her dream of what dishes might await her tomorrow.