08-10-2008, 09:49 AM
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Okay, I'm thinking either I can reply with Skoll next, or Lubomir can reply next?
He had thought on what had happened nonstop since finding Soro as a bloody heap in the grass. He had almost killed someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once his initial surge of emotions was gone, deciding what to do had been much harder, as he had predicted it would. He wanted to avenge his cousin, but to do that he would have to abandon any hope of living here, a hope which had only just been born with Soro's death. He wanted to be righteously angry on Soro's behalf, but he couldn't be. He understood completely why Soro had been killed, and knew that the wolf who'd done it had every right. He hadn't liked his cousin's plan, but had gone forward with it. Soro had needed to redeem himself, needed to play a vital role in the acquisition of their target. He had paid for that indulgence, it seemed.
The near-eight foot werewolf stopped at the border of Shadowed Sun, and waited. He had washed himself in the river, the smell of Phoenix Valley long gone from his fur, and was now drying, his hair still standing in spikes at places. The pack at his back was ready with the pommel of his sword and the handle of his knife readied for easy access in the eventuality of a surprise attack. Soon, he would be speaking with Skoll, and that wolf might not like what Asmodai had to tell him. There was a lot of explaining that needed to be done, and it was possible that Skoll would not wait for the whole of it, or want to delay their battle as he did.
Silently, he waited at the border. He wanted to keep it quiet...he didn't need the leaders, he didn't need extra wolves complicating the situation. He needed to speak with one wolf only, and then he would leave on his own, provided he was permitted to do so. The blood of his cousin was no longer under his claws, he had washed thoroughly before coming here, but he could almost still smell it...this stupid mission, it had never been worth it.
Okay, I'm thinking either I can reply with Skoll next, or Lubomir can reply next?
He had thought on what had happened nonstop since finding Soro as a bloody heap in the grass. He had almost killed someone just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Once his initial surge of emotions was gone, deciding what to do had been much harder, as he had predicted it would. He wanted to avenge his cousin, but to do that he would have to abandon any hope of living here, a hope which had only just been born with Soro's death. He wanted to be righteously angry on Soro's behalf, but he couldn't be. He understood completely why Soro had been killed, and knew that the wolf who'd done it had every right. He hadn't liked his cousin's plan, but had gone forward with it. Soro had needed to redeem himself, needed to play a vital role in the acquisition of their target. He had paid for that indulgence, it seemed.
The near-eight foot werewolf stopped at the border of Shadowed Sun, and waited. He had washed himself in the river, the smell of Phoenix Valley long gone from his fur, and was now drying, his hair still standing in spikes at places. The pack at his back was ready with the pommel of his sword and the handle of his knife readied for easy access in the eventuality of a surprise attack. Soon, he would be speaking with Skoll, and that wolf might not like what Asmodai had to tell him. There was a lot of explaining that needed to be done, and it was possible that Skoll would not wait for the whole of it, or want to delay their battle as he did.
Silently, he waited at the border. He wanted to keep it quiet...he didn't need the leaders, he didn't need extra wolves complicating the situation. He needed to speak with one wolf only, and then he would leave on his own, provided he was permitted to do so. The blood of his cousin was no longer under his claws, he had washed thoroughly before coming here, but he could almost still smell it...this stupid mission, it had never been worth it.