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- Asmodai - 08-06-2008 [html] He arrived at the time and place Soro had specified. So why wasn't Soro standing there in front of the church, calm and calculating, his eyes fierce and his voice silent, the same person Asmodai had been traveling with for the last year and a half? Why wasn't there a hostage trapped behind locked doors? Why wasn't everything as Soro had said it would be? Why was Soro a bloody heap of dead flesh before him? The big werewolf had frozen in place, knowing before he approached what he would see, but unwilling to forgo the sight of his cousin's final state. His brown eyes took all of it in...the matting and discoloration where terrible blows had come down on the GreyClaw warrior, the puffing up of the face which had happened before death in response to the repeated collisions, the damage on the forearms which he rose to protect his damaged face, the vicious marks where his enemy's claws had dug into the neck, pulling upward and severing the carotid arteries. The pool of blood was already coagulated, sticky and dried on the ground. The grass had drank well this day. Asmodai's gaze did not leave the ruined body of his cousin for a very long time. "Soro," he said, knowing full well that there would be no sarcastic or brooding answer to greet him. "Soro," he spoke up again, his voice a bit more stern, even though he knew quite clearly that this would lead no where. "Soro," a crack in his voice, a crack in his armor, a dull and dejected acceptance. Emotions wanted to well up inside of him, but he had a job to do...he couldn't be overcome with grief, not yet...not yet. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-07-2008 [html]
- Asmodai - 08-07-2008 [html] Nice spin with the axe =) The sounds and smells of someone approaching, but Asmodai did not let his eyes stray from Soro's body. The sounds grew louder, and he moved his eyes, giving a sideways stare out at the figure that approached. Shorter than he was, though built powerfully. Scarred, bronze furred. An axe gripped in one hand. The big gray werewolf hesitated, before rising wordlessly, and beginning to approach. "Skoll, I presume." It was a statement. There wasn't any question. The scars weren't as prominent as he'd heard, nor was he an exceptionally tall individual, but stories were often exaggerated. He was built up more powerfully than Soro, so given the training of a GreyClaw warrior he could see this wolf winning out. Without another word, Asmodai's right hand reached back, and drew the two-foot steel blade from his pack. His left hand reached to a hidden side pocket, from which he produced a long dagger. It was fitting that it should end here. Over the body of Skoll's final victory, won only with the training he should never have received. They were still several paces distant, it would take him a few seconds to get there. Skoll was carrying his signature weapon, but that was all. He was supposed to be very good with the axe, but the warrior knew that he would be able to take him down. Winning and surviving was the tricky part, but as long as survival wasn't an objective, killing was simple. He would run him through with the sword, and using the steel buried in his enemy's gut as an anchor, he would hold him still long enough to slide the dagger through his throat. The axe could kill in a single blow, but he was confident enough in his abilities to believe that he wouldn't give him the opportunity to deliver a killing blow until his mission was already completed. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-07-2008 [html]
- Asmodai - 08-07-2008 [html] Asmodai paused his advance. The words of this wolf were incongruous with what he had perceived a moment ago. Short sword in his right hand and dagger in his left, he halted and took a moment to scrutinize the situation a bit further. Skoll was a huge wolf. While stories did exaggerate, people in the packs he'd encountered had met in him person, so Skoll must have been quite large for a wolf, where this person wasn't. Also, he wielded an axe one-handed, where this wolf abandoned his pack to use two. Further, the scarring on this male wasn't extensive enough to been noted as an important feature everywhere he went, nor were his features entirely lupine...this wasn't Skoll. Asmodai let his arms fall to his sides, before standing at ease. It had just been too perfect. Almost gold in color, muscular and clearly built for a fighting life, carrying an axe, next to Soro's body...it was easy to see why there had been a mix up, but he knew that part of it had been him seeing what he wanted. It would have been convenient and easy for Skoll to show up at the site of the killing, it would have prevented him from having to think things through, stopped him from having the time to choose what to do. Now that his scent hit him, he could detect that he was a member of Inferni, the volatile group that Iskata had told him about. "My sincere apologies," he said, stepping away so that the threat hanging in the air might subside. He began sliding his sword back into his pack. "I was distraught at my friend's death, and mistook you for someone else. I am sorry for alarming you." - Anselm de le Poer - 08-07-2008 [html]
- Asmodai - 08-07-2008 [html] "We came here to accomplish a dangerous task," he said slowly, putting the knife away also. "But not everyone approves of what we came here to do. Soro was very capable, so anyone who could defeat him would need to be quite dangerous. Tell me, if you will, the killer was here not long ago, his scent is all over the area, does he bear any pack scent that you recognize?" Truth be told, he shouldn't have been so confident that Skoll had been the one to do this, but it seemed likely, given the scenario Soro had painted for him. It was his confidence in the prowess held by warriors of GreyClaw which led him to the conclusion that only their quarry would be able to do this...alone, at any rate. Even though he had seen his mentor defeated at the hands of a non-expert, he still held unshakable confidence in this fact. "I may not be able to do anything about it, but it would be comforting to be certain if it is who I think it is..." or to know where to find who I know it is, he finished in his thoughts. Lies, lies, and more lies. He had told them long before coming to this place, but it was here that he began regretting the absence of truth that seemed to pervade all his words. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-09-2008 [html]
- Asmodai - 08-09-2008 [html] "No," he said easily, firmly. "I didn't know any of the packs here prior to my arrival. I will need to know where this person lives if I intend to do anything about this." Right now, he was ninety percent certain he would go after the killer, but that resolve would crumble once he took the necessary time to plan things out. There was opportunity here...no one was left to be responsible to, he could live here, if he wanted. He hadn't done anything wrong yet, other than lying, which he had a perfectly good explanation for. He might be able to find him without this man's help, but it would definitely save time. He didn't want to act while the fire of rage still burned in his belly, but he didn't want to delay the culmination of this final, dark chapter in his journey any longer than was necessary. He was lucky he hadn't approached any faster. Killing this male would have been a disaster...he would have almost certainly taken some injury, making travel slower just as a whole slew of new enemies came after him, and further he would have believed himself rid of his enemy and Soro's death avenged, and may have walked away under this false impression, failing at the very end due to bad information. Asmodai's gaze revealed very little as his own eyes of typical brown looked into the crimson of the hybrid's. There wasn't any challenge, but nor was his gaze yielding. A sort of deadness resided within him now, he would need to do what he would need to do soon, but here was an opportunity to ease the process of getting to that final duty. He wasn't sure what he'd do if the person who this scent led him to was not Skoll. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-14-2008 [html]
- Asmodai - 08-16-2008 [html] Alright, thanks a lot for finishing this up, Zero. After the accident, I thought we would just leave it open-ended, but I'm glad we finished. The werewolf looked off in the direction indicated, before giving the stranger a curt nod. He would go soon, not to finish this business right away, but to scope out the locale of Soro's killer. He might even catch sight of him. Nevertheless, he would avoid confronting him until he had thought this whole thing out. He had to have all relevant information before taking any action. "Thank you." The word came and went like an leaf blown on an autumn wind, passing by prettily, but empty of meaning or driving purpose. Following the hollow thanks, the large wolf turned back to the body, and pulled it up. Soro was only a few inches shorter than himself, so it wasn't an easy process, though he handled the corpse with as much respect and grace as possible. He would leave this human place, and find suitable ground in which to bury his cousin. His good friend of two and a half years was gone forever...he would pay his respects, and then be on his way. - Anselm de le Poer - 08-16-2008 [html]
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