05-14-2008, 03:12 PM
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  Likewise =)  Skoll didn't know what Red Sol had said at the end, though when he did speak English, Skoll had no trouble understanding him. Looking down at the knife, he contemplated tossing it up to the tree-climbing wolf, but thought better of it. After all, if it hit a branch on the way up, for Red failed to catch it, he would have a tumbling, sharp object coming down onto his head. "Come on down, I'll escort you out of the territory and we can talk on the way." He backed away from the tree to give the diminutive wolf space to jump or climb down. Now that he thought on it, he couldn't return the knife yet. It belonged to Red Sol, but Skoll couldn't arm an intruder within Shadowed Sun, regardless of how well-meaning he now seemed. "I've seen wolves who used throwing blades before, but they always carried several. The last one carried six." It wasn't a common weapon to be found. He didn't actually know the technique to throwing one, as he disdained thrown weapons. He didn't like throwing his axe, but Phrexus met everyone who faced him head-on with a plume of flame that burnt the fur and seared the flesh. He only had to see one of his disfigured victims to know that he wasn't going to allow himself to suffer the same fate. ~The lyrics are from the best song ever written. |