Stand Up on The Prow // Axe Throwing

[SirDio]

The seasoned wolf looked across the shore, where several logs of varying sizes were sat up, red X's painted on them. He still refused to cut his fur, so it had become dense with sweat that soaked from the skin up. But he didn't move sluggishly or complain. It just felt like his fur was soaked in the ocean, and he was fine with that. Anyway, Sköll had his Axe with the blade head buried in the sands. Making sure no one was within range for him to execute them via guillotine, he readied himself.

He took the handle into his jaws and pulled the axe out of the sands. It's white wood shined brightly, the axe head given an ethereal glow in the sunlight. Position taken among the sands, a small group of onlookers some feet behind him. He angled his head to one side, eyes gleaming at the spectators. Then, with violent force, he flung the axe toward the smallest log, which was also the furthest away from him. The majesty of the axe spun with power before digging itself into the log, a hefty THUNK coming from it. 

The wolf laughed with a ground-shattering boom, moving to yank his axe out of the fallen log. "anyone else want to try out their axe-throwing skills, or would you all rather watch me?"

"Speech"

Sköll Lokrun - The Typhoon - Penned by Astral

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