real gods require blood

Derg · March 01, 2019, 04:32 PM

Derg listened in the man's explanation, noting how he spoke of the god of hunts nyyrikki.
He nodded. It seemed fair but unlikely. Although Derg wasn't inclined to believe in deities, he knew of some and knew others respected the figurative presence.
"Sounds like a small price for something good." His face still held neutrality, his preferred state when dealing with those of religion. Wintersbane didn't strike him as religious, however, he didn't say it was anything set in stone. Perhaps the man too had a neutral stance on the matters that he seemingly might've grown up with; being Tundrian lore.

Derg was formulating his words when Wintersbane gets cut off. Derg turned instinctively towards the noise, teeth bared, ears flattened. A guttural snarl of which would rival a wolverine resonated from him as the hulking form of a bear passed through the trees.
His heart turned into a thunderous roar that, above it, Wintersbane was just talking? Derg gave him an expression that made it clear he thought the Tundiran mad to not have already started to retreat.

Derg supposed it was shock.
There was no time for shock when an angry bear was charging you down. He knew the hard way. There was also no fighting it with two wolves. Blood carried to his nose that spurred the man to move up 'round Wintersbane, snapping at him and snarling the command, "Run."
He often found the best cure for shock was to give a command and pose a bigger threat.
He didn't care if he would be turned upon with a snarl or teeth -- now or later. He waited for the black and silver man to start running before following behind.

He couldn't leave the Sotaherra behind now, could he.

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