What is this?

[Skoll]

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Skoll had perceived the offensive scent a few moments before the cloaked individual appeared. As the strange man grew closer, Skoll's eyes narrowed. Was this the man who had moved the body, the accomplice of his enemy? It was possible, but by the reaction elicited by the blade he studied, it seemed unlikely. Further, the wolf who had done this would not need to concern himself with hiding his face, given that it seemed unlikely he was from around here, and no one would know who he was, anyway. "Greetings," he replied, putting the knife away. Even with it gone, the axe-handle was still in clear view, meant for easy access rather than concealment. Whoever this person was, his smell was unpleasantly sharp to Skoll's nose...he bore some sort of chemical with him that overpowered other scents with mint, a decidedly unhappy experience, though more so perhaps for the other male who was around it always. "I'd introduce myself and ask the same of you, but you seem to have taken pains to avoid identification." A strange gesture of someone, and a clear indication of having something to hide. Not that Skoll minded that overmuch, given that he had secrets of his own, mainly his relationship with Asphyxia. He didn't smell of her right now, given that he would wash after every encounter to protect the truth from her bloodthirsty packmates, but he feared the day someone would discover them. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written.

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