[It does precisely as Emet would hope, at least within the Hrothgar. That simple touch, when he's already keyed up as anyone might be with an enemy behind them, sends a shiver straight down his spine until his fur all but ripples. Visibly, his ear immediately flicks back, like it might react to a bug having landed there.
Just how far are you willing to take this? Sigr asks himself, realizing that he's pushing the boundary second by second and the Ascian is following him right over every line he chooses to cross. In the oddest way, he knows if he stopped, so would the other. How he knows that? He really couldn't say. Maybe because they've seen some strange sense of honor in the other, or maybe because he thinks it would be boring for Emet-Selch if he isn't leading the way down that dark path.
That knowledge, either way, gives him more courage than he'd care to consciously realize and lets him give a slow yawn, displaying fangs and slightly rough tongue, before his jaw closes and his eyes open again and he looks up to Emet-Selch, waiting.
Awww! <3 we already know everyone lives for Eme-oji.
Just how far are you willing to take this? Sigr asks himself, realizing that he's pushing the boundary second by second and the Ascian is following him right over every line he chooses to cross. In the oddest way, he knows if he stopped, so would the other. How he knows that? He really couldn't say. Maybe because they've seen some strange sense of honor in the other, or maybe because he thinks it would be boring for Emet-Selch if he isn't leading the way down that dark path.
That knowledge, either way, gives him more courage than he'd care to consciously realize and lets him give a slow yawn, displaying fangs and slightly rough tongue, before his jaw closes and his eyes open again and he looks up to Emet-Selch, waiting.
Is that all?]