The Initiate feels that bump and turns, eyes wide and snarl forming. He looks the boy over, but he doesn't recognize him, not really. More importantly, he doesn't know him to be a friend of anyone he knows.
First cull of arena? Motherfucking maybe.
He lets a growl slip, low enough not to press, but still there to provide threat. The boy is unarmed, human by the looks of it, can be taken apart easily. The Initiate can't tell if he's eyeing the supplies claimed, but the pick axe he wields in hand should hold promise enough.
"It is very good. AND IT IS INDEED A VERY NICE MOTHERFUCKING DAY, BROTHER," He returns with a grin.
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First cull of arena? Motherfucking maybe.
He lets a growl slip, low enough not to press, but still there to provide threat. The boy is unarmed, human by the looks of it, can be taken apart easily. The Initiate can't tell if he's eyeing the supplies claimed, but the pick axe he wields in hand should hold promise enough.
"It is very good. AND IT IS INDEED A VERY NICE MOTHERFUCKING DAY, BROTHER," He returns with a grin.