[ Perhaps two syllables are too much after all. Luka barely knows the guy, but he’s been on his own for a while now, driven by his mission into a solitude that has never suited his personality. He didn’t really realize how much he’d missed the company of others until someone quite literally washed up on the beach.
He grins widely, fishing around in their bucket of tools for a dagger, finely forged and quite sharp indeed, since a katana is ill-suited for this sort of work. The Miqo’te gives the blade a little twirl between his fingers. ]
If that’s the case, I’ll show you how we do things back in the Shroud.
[ Even if carving open a few rogue Anala was a far cry from the creatures they hunted back in his woodland home, Luka can’t help but be reminded of his mother – she’d taught him everything he ever needed to know about the hunt. An old ache twinges in his heart with the memories, no less painful than the new ache that sits behind his ribs now, but he’s learned how to deal with it better.
The feeling could perhaps be called bittersweet, but it’s far better than sorrow.
So, it is with a deft and practiced hand that Luka sets to work, splitting the cooling flesh of the first monster to get at the heart behind its ribs. The wave of heat that billows out of the thing’s chest once he’s got it open makes his eyes water. The kojin hadn’t been kidding, apparently. ]
I betcha if I crack an egg in there, it won’t cook so much as turn straight to ash. Might need another pair of hands for this part.
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[ Perhaps two syllables are too much after all. Luka barely knows the guy, but he’s been on his own for a while now, driven by his mission into a solitude that has never suited his personality. He didn’t really realize how much he’d missed the company of others until someone quite literally washed up on the beach.
He grins widely, fishing around in their bucket of tools for a dagger, finely forged and quite sharp indeed, since a katana is ill-suited for this sort of work. The Miqo’te gives the blade a little twirl between his fingers. ]
If that’s the case, I’ll show you how we do things back in the Shroud.
[ Even if carving open a few rogue Anala was a far cry from the creatures they hunted back in his woodland home, Luka can’t help but be reminded of his mother – she’d taught him everything he ever needed to know about the hunt. An old ache twinges in his heart with the memories, no less painful than the new ache that sits behind his ribs now, but he’s learned how to deal with it better.
The feeling could perhaps be called bittersweet, but it’s far better than sorrow.
So, it is with a deft and practiced hand that Luka sets to work, splitting the cooling flesh of the first monster to get at the heart behind its ribs. The wave of heat that billows out of the thing’s chest once he’s got it open makes his eyes water. The kojin hadn’t been kidding, apparently. ]
I betcha if I crack an egg in there, it won’t cook so much as turn straight to ash. Might need another pair of hands for this part.