...And my axe!
Jackal
He is daring! She barks a laugh, and it is one of delight. Ah! He is a bold boy, and Bylgja finds her tail wagging slightly. She cannot help it. A bit of boldness never hurt, and the boy could fight. She clicked her teeth a bit decisively and tilted her head. Just a little. Just a little, so that she could regard Astraios. She wanted, in part, to ask him why he had been caught and made Thrall, but that seemed, even to her, more personal than he would be comfortable with. So she came up with a better idea, one that struck her true. "You fight good! I have seen this with my eyes. I know it is true. But you will hunt with me too, then? And we will practice together." Her voice is confident, but there is a trust there that is... earnest. Earnest like the dirt under her claws. "You and I work together, Astraios, and when the summit comes, I speak for you. You are worthy, and daring. But I want to speak more! Worthy and daring is one thing. But the King may want more than that." She wants more than that, certainly. But her words do not come unkindly. They come, instead, with promise. "I would speak already, for this kindness and daring. But... I would speak better, so I could grant you freedom." Bylgja may be asking much, but she does not seem to notice. Or maybe she does, and just doesn't care about this. She will be speaking before the pack, after all. She ... must know what to speak about.
He gave permission for her to augment the metal, and Bylgja dragged it close, grasping another piece of obsidian. Carefully, she began to carve runes into the metal. Each chip-away was done with care, and despite her brutish nature and her boiling energy, each stroke showed her expertise at the task. This was a work of pride. She took her time with it, and did not speak-- which may have been strange, perhaps, for someone so bold and loud as she. The silence broke: "Tell me, Astraios. Have you any dyes or powders, with which I can dye my runes?" She sweeps away slight dust with a paw. The runes themselves are... expertly laid, and they say: BYLGJA'S SONG-MAKER. |