Torachande's Solution

Requested piece for . The Predator Torachande belongs to him; used and abused with permission.

So!

Torachande, a seasoned veteran of many Hunts (both human and otherwise) has been informed by the High Council that he needs to make a decision: He joins the Elders and takes a desk job, he becomes an Arbiter and polices his own kind, or he dies without honor, by his own hand or someone elses.

Torachande, wise chap that he is, decided to become a member of the Predators' Law Enforcement organization. In order to acclimate himself to his new situation he asked a sometimes-friend (but more-often-times Unholy Pain in the Butt) Chaunn to help him out.

Chaunn, you must understand, has an unpredictable sense of humor. She helped train Torachande for his new role, oh yes she did. But she threw in some "ettiquite lessons" while she was at it. Poor Torachande didn't know any better... And he never DID get the hang of eating with chop sticks.

Indeed, he fought so vehemently against the use of the horrid things, that finally, mere words were not enough. Chaunn refused to be convinced that Torachande just didn't care. After the two of them got into a fruit-throwing fight, then a mighty fistfight over the moral implications of refusing to eat with implements other than one's fingers, Torachande came up with a Final Solution.

He burned them all.

In Chaunn's Trophy Room.

Chaunn was sorely tempted to throw him off her ship and inform Torachande's sire that Torachande had changed his mind about that desk job...