Boggy Swamp — [P] Who's Next?

Caedwyn rolled the dice.

---

Character Diceroll 1: Success
Diceroll must be above 500 to be successful.
0 was added for Perception.
560 was added for Level 3.
0 was added for A. No Enchantment.
0 was added for A. No Buff / Penalty.

The unease of the other as Ridley circled did not go unnoticed, but it did go without acknowledgment. His silver gaze sparked with further interest when the other did not seem put off by the idea of being connected to death. Death often frightened others. It was the end of the journey for many, and a midway point for the selected few. It came without mercy and did not discriminate. This wolf, though, he answered without any tone of worry or fear. 'I am a servant of our Lady of Death herself, the goddess Tsillah.' 

When the name left the male's tongue, Ridley's face shifted to reveal an expression beyond curiosity for the first time. His silver eyes widened, surprised to find another of Her faith out here in this unknown land. No. It was no longer unknown. It was Argaia. The other's gaze remained focused and he inquired if Ridley had heard of his beloved Goddess. At this, Ridley's muzzle stretched into a long, toothy grin. A low chuckle began in his throat, growing in size before he began outright laughing at the question. She was playing tricks on him! 

His laughter died away slowly, and he talked through lingering chuckles. "Heard of her? Servant of Tsillah, you are looking at Her shepherd." His long, forked tongue slipped from his teeth and ran along his smile. "Or, some prefer the title reaper." His reptilian tail flipped from once side to the other behind him, the tail tip twitching with excitement. 

---

Forked tongue... reptilian tail... eyes that catch any light and shines... some irregular stripes along his back...

Well the laughter certainly was a bit unsettling. Caedwyn wasn't sure what exactly to do in the face of such a reaction. In his indecisiveness, he ended up standing rather still while the other male let out a laugh. Caedwyn's breath caught for a moment, but he quickly let out a relieved exhale when it seemed the other male was also familiar with Tsillah. At least he wasn't an Ohr worshipper. But still, Caedwyn wasn't quite thrilled with the title the male had announced. Reaper. He wondered what sort of duties that would involve. Obviously it meant some sort of killing, just by the name itself. But what were the details of such things? Was the male just running around killing anyone he could for the sheer fun of it? Just because he could? Not that Tsillah would demand that, but on the other paw ... Tsillah was unpredictable and merciless at times. Sending a wolf to cause mayhem and strife wouldn't be above her, in Caedwyn's view. "Ah so..." he said, his word drawing out as he contemplated how to respond. "Is that a title you gave yourself or something more ...uh.... formal?" He moved to the side with a quick sidestep, no longer wanting to be so close to the male. He wasn't afraid but he wasn't stupid enough to stand so close to a wolf that labelled itself a 'reaper' so enthusiastically. He moved his paw, poking at some leaves on the ground aimlessly as he spoke. "I'd love to hear about how such a name came about." He said it with genuine curiosity. He did want to hear about such things. "But speaking of names... who exactly is this 'Reaper'? Surely you'd be willing to give me your name? Since we're both loyal to the goddess, it serves us both to know our allies." --- Speech.