Sally nods to her Alpha and goes and grabs a branch off of the nearest tree. Sally cleans off the excess branches so there is just one long stick. She hands it off to her Alpha, What are you thinking Matthew? How do we Grant the Spirit Rest?
Sally nods to her Alpha and goes and grabs a branch off of the nearest tree. Sally cleans off the excess branches so there is just one long stick. She hands it off to her Alpha, What are you thinking Matthew? How do we Grant the Spirit Rest?
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Can fish shrug? Yes, apparently they can. Well, Magath-fish at least. And they certainly look rather odd while doing so. <<We do not know, or care. We assume they would discorporate.>>
Rain just watches the spirits, waiting on her alpha. Personally, the little wolf is hot with anticipation, the taste of the fish spirits already imagined as she eyes the Magath hungrily. She hopes the older wolf can provoke the spirits out of the lake, where the were wolves can rip into them, extracting the answers they seek with tooth and claw. She also hopes they taste like bass, but that has little bearing on the situation.
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<<You do not care. Then you would have no problem with us fetching them and sending them off?>>
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The fish rise through five feet of water, leaving another five feet of it between them and the surface. <<Do you wish to swim out and retrieve them?>> The words aren't quite made to sound like a threat. But they are given in that perfectly neutral tone that all so often seem to be used for one.
Swimming out to them would be unwise. Sally though/said to her alpha. What are you planning here Matthew. And what can I do?
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Matthew growls at the two Magath. <<I had hoped that since you did not care about the disposition of the two corpses, you would not attempt to interfere. As that seems not to be the case, it will have to be the hard way.>> He shifts to Dalu, balancing the halberd as he cups his hands around the end of the branch. Flames erupt from them, quickly catching the branch on fire. Matthew quickly smothers his hands before coaxing the flame, sending it hurtling toward the nearer corpse. Knowing how foolish he might look if this did nothing.
barbecued fish?
Luke, not understanding what the hell was going on, especially with the fish things, remains dead silent. Maybe it was a long history of not bringing attention to yourself, or the meager beginnings of trust in an Alphas actions, but whatever it was, Luke wasn't about to embarass the shit out himself this early on.
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The flame darted out to the nearest fish, hissing as it struck both ephemeral flesh and ephemeral water. Steam billows immediately from the surface of the water, briefly obscuring the scene from view before it is cleared by the Hisil's winds. The corpse that had been struck by the fire is gone, apparently having discorporated. The two Magath still lurk in the waters below; very much unharmed as they swim in a slow, sinister, circle.
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