Kenna, who had taken a short rest in her room, now returned to the lounge, flopping over one of the seats like a contented cat.
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Ragnar heard someone enter the room and flop on the chairs, but didn't have to turn around before he picked up the scent. Though it was no different from any human, he had been here long enough to get an idea of the subtleties between each person.
I always thought the Wulfen would smell more bestial even before they turned. She seems so normal, even in that respect... Sighing quietly, he stopped and then turned around.
"Ah. Kenna. Well met."
I always thought the Wulfen would smell more bestial even before they turned. She seems so normal, even in that respect... Sighing quietly, he stopped and then turned around.
"Ah. Kenna. Well met."
[color=80bb00] "The tortoise was a given definitely... I also see that priest not making it far either." [/color] Pix commented, rubbing one hand with her chin. [color=80bb00] "The beast girl's not gonna make it either... and neither is your ally.... I'm calling a full out bloodbath aside from that armored freak our good knight managed to kill. And when the rematch between those two happens, they'll probably kill one another... We'll just need to sit back and relax until then." [/color]
Looking back to Solaris, Pix shrugged a bit. [color=80bb00] "Would've been more fun to have caused them to be psychos ourselves, but can't really complain in this case, right?" [/color]
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Ness blinked and waved at both Kenna and Ragnar as they walked in before getting back into her game.
Looking back to Solaris, Pix shrugged a bit. [color=80bb00] "Would've been more fun to have caused them to be psychos ourselves, but can't really complain in this case, right?" [/color]
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Ness blinked and waved at both Kenna and Ragnar as they walked in before getting back into her game.
"That is my preffered method of doing things in situations like this. As much as I enjoy bathing in a river of blood, it's simply not the wisest thing to do in most cases." Solaris commented. "And to have caused that? Yes, that certainly would've been more amusing. However, that's simply not feasible here. Being this short on space, with everyone living close to one another, fingers would quickly point towards us when they start talking. It's best to focus on a few induviduals at a time, rather then set everyone against one another at once."
Ragnar leaned against the bar, not knowing what to say to Kenna, or even whether he should just try to destroy her, and wished more than anything that arena had some kegs of mjod on tap.
Fuck it... Slinging an arm over the bar he grabbed two large bottles of spirits- not even glancing to see what they were- and uncorked one with his teeth. Swigging it down in a single draught, he went to sit near Kenna.
"So... you've told me a little about earth when we last met, about its architecture and such. What is the wildlife like, in your time? Were there many animals around? Kraken? Bears? Wolves?" The last had a brief pause before he said it.
Fuck it... Slinging an arm over the bar he grabbed two large bottles of spirits- not even glancing to see what they were- and uncorked one with his teeth. Swigging it down in a single draught, he went to sit near Kenna.
"So... you've told me a little about earth when we last met, about its architecture and such. What is the wildlife like, in your time? Were there many animals around? Kraken? Bears? Wolves?" The last had a brief pause before he said it.
"Well, I live in the city, so I don't see much wildlife." Kenna said, noticing his pause but deciding to pretend she hadn't. "I don't think bears are in the same state as me, and there's no such thing as Krakens as far as I know. Wolves, the only time I've even heard of them is watching nature documentaries and when I met a friend of a friend that did some hunting."
"I see... he must have had some experience with them then? Were they as large as wolves on Fenris, I wonder." Ragnar asked, still struggling to think of something to say, and not entirely sure of how to approach the conversation. He didn't even know if he wanted to get Kenna to slip up and reveal her condition, or if he needed to.
"I don't remember." Kenna said nonchalantly. "I'm not really into hunting, and I didn't pay much attention."
Ragnar nodded and hummed to himself thoughtfully to himself.
"Probably not." He said, as though to himself. "Fenrisian wolves -and particularly thunderwolves- are enormous. And savage. Though none more so than the ones that used to be men."
"Probably not." He said, as though to himself. "Fenrisian wolves -and particularly thunderwolves- are enormous. And savage. Though none more so than the ones that used to be men."
"Aye." Ragnar replied with a grave nod. "You remember I told you about our tradition of drinking from the Cup of Wulfen to imbibe the Primarch's geneseed, and only those who survived the side effects would return to The Fang from the wilderness of Asaheim? Some of those who do not come back, but not all. Many are changed completely by the Canis Helix. Many become Wulfen, savage, mindless thunderwolves who roam the wilderness and kill anything that comes into their territory. All Space Wolves carry a little of the Wulfen in them for the rest of their lives. Even if they return from Asaheim triumphant, some change decades, even centuries later in the heat of battle."
Kenna was horrified, stuck staring at Ragnar for a moment before looking away. [sub]"Jesus..."[/sub]
Hmm. It is a tragic fate. To have a warrior's saga end unexpectedly and shamefully. Some can be controlled -barely- and kept to use against the enemy, but most have to be released on Asaheim, or given the Emperor's mercy. Usually a brother will tell his brothers what to do with them if they should ever turn, usually after several kegs of mjod. Most ask to be left to Asaheim, but a few ask to be put down. It is... understandable, that a few might not wish to face such an existence."
Malcor smiled as he opened the door to his room. "As long as it doesn't involve me being hit by lightning again, I would be fine with this." inside was a small concrete cell, 6 feet by 6 feet. hanging from one wall was a number of torture implements, hooks and chains and clamps. Malcor moved towards the rear of the room, sighing in contentment. "just like home. shall we begin?"
Kenna nodded absently. "I undetstand wanting to be... put down if you ever end up like that."
"I personally wouldn't want it. I love Asaheim. I don't know why. All of Fenris is a horrible place, any sane mind can understand that, but the wilderness has... always appealed to me. Called to me, perhaps. I think that's where I should be if I were ever to turn. Would you want it? If you could somehow have taken the Canis Helix, that is. I think the wild would not hold the same appeal for you, hailing from a city as you do."
"Nah. That only happens the raw powers of metal are channeled in a speciffic way." Eddie responded, following Malcor inside the room. There, he looked around, and raised an eyebrow at the various instruments hanging by the wall. "Damn... I seriously don't want to know what you're in to." He muttered.