Tormented Tarns and he was the man for the job; a one-man bombsquad
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wintersbane and tact are not always compatriots. the older the tundrian gets, the better he is about it ...for the most part. pointing out that the man is scarred in the way that wintersbane has ( besides being quite rude, fff ) is decidedly lacking in tact and doesn't really work in his favor. the vartija patriarch draws in a breath, teeth gleaming with the a wicked grin as the older male plays into it. if the stranger is offended, he hides it well. ah, wintersbane drawls, offering a sage nod of his head. well, maybe it's all in who you know. he contemplates, adding to it. if the religion of the dark woods is to be believed ( and truly, wintersbane has no reason not to believe in it at this point ) then there is no hell. there is only the void and sithis it's mighty master. his life's been full of it's ups and it's downs thanks to tori's whumps ( and he's so young still! ) but it hasn't been 'hell'. at least, he doesn't think so.

a swarthy blue-black ear twitches and he shifts his weight, the water rippling from the minuscule movement. wintersbane lifts his muzzle ever-so-slightly; black, leathery nostrils flaring as he draws in the scent. if he's apart of a pack, wintersbane's struggling to deduce which one. surely, while he's set his sights on earning his way into the dark brotherhood new packs have cropped up beneath his radar. or perhaps they weren't new at all. he hasn't taken to territories too far from blackfeather woods for some time ...the coast and his fight with his sister notwithstanding.

you from around these parts? the tundrian inquires like a young clint eastwood, hoping to be able to extract some sort of information about the man even if it's not direct. there's a little blossom of desire for information blooming in the proud set of his maned chest that he thinks is mephala's creation and wintersbane has to hide the devilish smirk that threatens to form upon his lips as he senses the night mother's presence. testing him. encouraging him. daring him to impress not just her but also the listener.
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RE: and he was the man for the job; a one-man bombsquad - by RIP Wintersbane - October 27, 2018, 04:36 PM