He can respect that spirit. On another day he might even honor it. But today, in this moment, with the taste of iron sharp and strong on his tongue, the Wolflord merely bares his teeth in what is nothing like a smile.
There is a knife in his left hand.
"We'll call that a good beginning, shall we? But unless you would prefer this be your ending, as well -- "
His tongue flicks out, swiping away a thick runnel of blood on his upper lip.
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Date: 2011-03-08 04:14 am (UTC)There is a knife in his left hand.
"We'll call that a good beginning, shall we? But unless you would prefer this be your ending, as well -- "
His tongue flicks out, swiping away a thick runnel of blood on his upper lip.
" -- cry 'enough' and have done."