Storm in a teacup
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Fun stuff, man.



The large male moved quietly through the land, his guide slipping slightly as he thought of what had befallen Soro. What would he do? He was alone now, there was a good chance that he would die facing the warrior who had felled his cousin. Soro was a great warrior, though not a match for Asmodai...and Skoll would be weakened after the battle, he had no doubt. So why was he hesitating now? Why was he not creeping into the lands of Soro's killer to finish the job? He was torn...he loved it here. He had held off on that thought, but it was true. He had lost his closest friends on this errand, and now he might die as well, and all for what?


The secrets of GreyClaw, he reminded himself. The all-important art passed down by GreyMane and protected and utilized by his progeny. It was imperative that what his ancestor had created not be passed out of the hands of their family line...it could spell disaster for their way of life. But what kind of way of life is it that they died for? That I could die for? He wasn't sure anymore...he knew what he wanted to do for himself, but Soro's death...he couldn't just leave that, could he? After that, how could he just walk away?




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