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[devourers]

It will be a good day.

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[dusk_to_night]

So exciting!

[devourers]

[Sköll is just going to be sniffing in her general direction.]

[dusk_to_night]

Well okay. I'll be excited for everyone.

[devourers]

[Sniff sniff.

Poke.]

[dusk_to_night]

I know. I know. I don't smell like a Ghost. It's complicated.

[devourers]

[Sköll doesn't like complicated. It's... too complicated. He is but a simple creature. Be it a very large, very cold one that happens to run through the sky, but details.]

Smell like death.

[dusk_to_night]

Yep. Basically. Just for the murdered and suicides though. The bigger stuff is still out of my pay-grade.

[devourers]

Hel takes them.

[dusk_to_night]

Some of em. Yep.

[devourers]

Most.

[Of course, he's slightly biased. She is his aunt, after all.]

You are small.

[dusk_to_night]

[Oddly enough, she's gotten used to the egos of the supernatural types]

Yup. But I'm hot, so I get away with so much.

[devourers]

[He is very skeptical of this. Perhaps he is not so familiar with modern vernacular and he chases the sun, so his definition of "hot" is rather subjective.]

You need an excuse?

[dusk_to_night]

Well, you said it. I'm small.

And not very quiet. It's good to have a few excuses when it comes back to bite me.

[devourers]

Small can sneak.

[dusk_to_night]

It's less sneak and... more being ignored for the bigger.

[devourers]

Sneak.

[But he gets what she means, being one of those bigger things.]

[dusk_to_night]

Does that work for you?

[devourers]

Don't sneak. Hunt. Chase. [Though he and his brother are rather good at keeping a low profile when they need to.]

[dusk_to_night]

Sounds like my old life. I hope you don't get too hard a time over it.

[devourers]

Bother? No one bothers us.

[They'd have to be crazy to want to. Or Asgardian, which to him is pretty much the same thing. But humans? These tiny, frail creatures? He eats them for breakfast. And lunch and dinner.]