Teja Magnus Stefan Wartooth (athousandcuts) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-10-10 01:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | teja wartooth |
Who: Teja and 359
What: Stabbytimes
Where: Mordhaus
When: Around 1 AM
Warnings: Gore, Blood, Sex. Dethklok standard.
In the afternoon, Teja had come down during his break to deliver a message to the female roadie personally. He'd chosen the weapons - the kukri. He liked his knives, and the kukri was really just an elongated, curved knife. He was rather proud of his decision, and of his new purchase of a kurki just for the occasion. Knives, he felt, were the most personal of weapons. They made you HAVE to get close to the target, and the skill in using them effectively was a hard won thing.
That night, he dressed in his standard sleeveless shirt and loose black pants, deciding to forgo boots. He was more stable in bare feet, anyway. He waited in the courtyard, laying down on a bench with his legs to either side, examining his blade in the moonlight. He could hear the wolves in the distance, which sent a shiver up his spine. There was something ominous in the air that night, a tenseness all around Mordhaus, as if the entire staff, band, and family were bracing for a heavy storm, or something worse. Even the wolves must have felt it, thought Teja. He idly wondered what the reason could be as he waited for 359 to show up.