04-17-2009, 09:08 AM
The black-furred Kitsune sat silently in the corner of the tavern. She didn't sleep that night, but her training allowed her to be awake for days on end if need be. She ran a claw gently against the edge of her claw daggers, accidentally slicing off a bit of her claw from the sharpness.
"...the smiths in Westmarch would only be so jealous to produce a weapon as sharp as mine..." she grinned quietly to herself.
Her sensitive ears twitched, and she looked up, and noticed the Dragon exiting the Tavern. A priest of Rathma. How odd. They usually never left the Jungle.
"Investigate the Preist further." She said aloud, as she got up.
(BTW, it's Priests of RAthma, not Ruthma.)
"...the smiths in Westmarch would only be so jealous to produce a weapon as sharp as mine..." she grinned quietly to herself.
Her sensitive ears twitched, and she looked up, and noticed the Dragon exiting the Tavern. A priest of Rathma. How odd. They usually never left the Jungle.
"Investigate the Preist further." She said aloud, as she got up.
(BTW, it's Priests of RAthma, not Ruthma.)
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
