Candle Ice
12-02-2006, 23:41
Goqtep of Tlaxtlan peered down from the branches of his tree. His bow was strapped to his back, and rubbed up against his spines. He watched the swamp like a hawk for any creature. Soon he was rewarded. A alligator swam below him, possibly a 10 footer. It would feed Tlaxtlan well. The crest atop his head raised up and became flushed with blood, going from a mottled green-brown to a deep crimson. He flashed it several times, alerting the others of his hunting clutch.
They flashed as well, showing they recognized him. Silently they raised their bows and took aim. Arrows flew as silent as mosquitos and pierced the reptiles back. It let out a fearsome bellow, which was answered by a second volley of arrows. Finally it was done. Goqtep of Tlaxtlan offered a prayer to the Old Ones in thanks and lept down from the tree into the swamp. Pestilence would take his kill if he did not take it back to the village quickly, and so all 6 Skaal heaved the beast unto their shoulders and carried it away, never once making a sound.
They were the Skaal, masters of the swamp.
They flashed as well, showing they recognized him. Silently they raised their bows and took aim. Arrows flew as silent as mosquitos and pierced the reptiles back. It let out a fearsome bellow, which was answered by a second volley of arrows. Finally it was done. Goqtep of Tlaxtlan offered a prayer to the Old Ones in thanks and lept down from the tree into the swamp. Pestilence would take his kill if he did not take it back to the village quickly, and so all 6 Skaal heaved the beast unto their shoulders and carried it away, never once making a sound.
They were the Skaal, masters of the swamp.