Braze observed Teresa's handiwork and the sizeable beast before them. He excused himself momentarily, fetching a few items to aid in the butchering task.
"It's mostly quiet around here... I get the occasional strange visitor, though they're not usually here to hunt the wildlife. I often end up chatting with them, serving tea, or inviting them to help me tend the gardens; occasionally some one who wants to spar. " Braze shared, his one arm gesturing to the serenity that enveloped his home.
A small, inquisitive black kitten, a tiny ball of fluff, scampered down the stone steps, its curiosity piqued by the large, still form of the nerf. It inched closer, its little nose twitching as it sniffed the air.
Braze, with his one arm, and standing only 5'2" with a light, willowy build, was notably undersized compared to the downed nerf. To effectively butcher the large animal and ensure all of it was used, he'd have to be creative.
Despite his one-armed condition, Braze was not deterred. He knew the process would require a more unorthodox method, one that utilized his unique connection to the Force. He began by calming his mind, reaching out with his senses to the inanimate body of the nerf. With a series of precise, controlled movements, he levitated the necessary tools—a knife for the more intricate butchering and a saw for the larger bones. He even levitated the beast itself.
Guided by the Force, Braze's hand moved with purpose, directing the tools with an accuracy that belied his physical limitation. The knife made clean, thoughtful incisions, separating the meat with a skill that honored the life of the creature. The more robust work of sawing through the bone was done with a level of care and focus that ensured the process was as humane as possible, despite the life already having passed.
Throughout, Braze remained deeply connected to the process, his face a mask of quiet concentration. The little black kitten, momentarily forgotten, watched from a safe distance, its own curiosity mirroring that of a child's wonder at the world. It noticed the newcomer and mew'ed at her.
This was an act of meditation, a way to connect with the world around him, and a personal testament to his philosophy of life. Every piece of the nerf was treated with respect, ensuring that the act of taking life, even after death, was not in vain. The meat, the bones, and even the hide were all prepared with a level of attention that spoke of a deep-seated belief in the sanctity of life and the need to honor it in all its forms.
Through the Force, and with his own brand of creativity, Braze turned the butchering of the nerf into a reverent act, a bridge between the life it once had and the life it would now sustain.
As he worked, Braze occasionally paused to direct the small black puffball of a kitten away from the work area, using a gentle push of the Force to nudge it back towards the steps it had scampered down from. He wanted to keep the curious creature safe and away from the tools and the process.
"Go back in side Soot. "
Throughout the butchering, Braze maintained a calm and focused demeanor. He ensured that the meat was cleanly separated, the bones were neatly piled for later use, and nothing was wasted. The hide was carefully preserved for tanning, and even the offal was set aside, knowing it could serve as nourishment for other wildlife or be used in the gardens as compost.
In this way, Braze managed to butcher the nerf using the Force, turning a task that could have been daunting for someone of his physical stature and condition into a smooth and respectful process.
