Snippet #752199

The lupine watched with a smiling satisfaction as the scorched pock marks that scarred his blades slid from the silvered steel and dripped onto the earth beneath, as if nothing more than water. He'd naught to offer when the dust settled but a ghost of a smile. It didn't appear to wear him in the very least, the way he moved just moments ago. It was a practiced and perfected maneuver that he employed liberally with great precision, and what's more, it was fun.

"What is it?" He'd regard the reptilian calmly, riding the high induced from the satisfaction of such decisive blows to their foe. Nothing got him off more than a quick and precise kill. It was what he was good at. It was what he lived for, but he kept his relishment under wraps, as if there was nothing to be excited about.

"Dead, is what it is," For a split second, his voice might have seemed to invade every corner of the reptilian's mind, and just as his words began to trail; a vastly distant echo, as if whispered from the deepest reaches of the forest. The next time the warrior would turn to face the stranger lupine, he'd find him vanished, just as quickly as he'd arrived - which could have only left the reptilian to question if the lupine was not real, but only a figment of his imagination, or the forces that inhabited the forest playing tricks on him. Sure enough though, the behemoth was defeated, and ultimately, that was all that mattered.

[This is assuming, of course, that Rh'rohild had asked him what the thing was. I may have read that wrong. ;>> Anyway, don't you worry about him disappearing and such, that's just how he does his thing. He'll show up again, hopefully sooner, rather than later, depending entirely on how the rest of this story goes. However - if there's more that Rh'rohild wanted to say to him, or more interaction that you desire, let me know, and I'll just edit accordingly.]