01-06-2010, 10:31 PM
259. One more reply and I think we're done? :o
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IMAGE CREDITThe silence that descended was all-consuming, and for this, Hybrid was grateful. There was a lull in all action, movement, and sound; for a brief moment, it was quiet. Quickly, Kaena replaced the silence with words, and the momentary solitude was disrupted. Of course, it was not all for nought; Hybrid understood the necessity of her words, but still, could not determine if he agreed with them. The grey toned hybrid's golden eye sought him out, framed by blood splatters and gore. Hybrid smirked quietly, pondering the Centurion's words for a moment.
"A wolf will stink no matter what," he concluded. "Let's go," he added. Be it their skull, legs, inner organs, or tail, it would always carry a rotten, foul stench. Hybrid understood that, and for a moment, he wondered why Kaena made the distinction between the different parts of the wolf. Certainly, some were more prone to rotting, but he still did not think it made much of a difference. No matter what, in life, in death, in life beyond death; it was a wolf and its identity could never be changed.
He gripped the wolf's forelegs between his teeth, grasping them at the narrowest point, near the paw. He began to trot away, in the direction of Inferni, with the intention of displaying them on sticks beside the wolf's skull. Perhaps they could leave this skull with its fur in tact and paint right over it. They could decorate it with symbols of Inferni, war, and bloodshed as a message to all who dared come near.
"A wolf will stink no matter what," he concluded. "Let's go," he added. Be it their skull, legs, inner organs, or tail, it would always carry a rotten, foul stench. Hybrid understood that, and for a moment, he wondered why Kaena made the distinction between the different parts of the wolf. Certainly, some were more prone to rotting, but he still did not think it made much of a difference. No matter what, in life, in death, in life beyond death; it was a wolf and its identity could never be changed.
He gripped the wolf's forelegs between his teeth, grasping them at the narrowest point, near the paw. He began to trot away, in the direction of Inferni, with the intention of displaying them on sticks beside the wolf's skull. Perhaps they could leave this skull with its fur in tact and paint right over it. They could decorate it with symbols of Inferni, war, and bloodshed as a message to all who dared come near.