【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(21)
“That’s…” The war god sighed through his nose. “That’s fucking stupid.”
George shrugged. “I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s like… if I gave you my name, it’s like giving you a secret.”
“Well,” said the war god, “my name is Sapnap. So. There. Who cares? It’s not a secret or a rock or whatever. It’s just a fucking name, idiot.”
George laughed.
“Mine is George,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, Sapnap.”
They made their way through the world, Sapnap and George. They made a strange pair, found curious—and angry—eyes on them wherever they went. George could hardly blame them, not when he had a bone-handled axe half his size strapped to his back, and Sapnap made it a point to keep at least four blades on his person at all times. It wasn’t their fault that mortal men took that as a challenge.
Often, they found themselves at the heart of bar fights or alleyway ambushes. Even a war or two. George let Sapnap handle the worst of it; he was, after all, made for battle. But that didn’t mean George gave just as much as he got, sometimes even more. George blamed it on the war god’s influence, his bloodstained glee infectious. It grew on George like heavy moss.
George shrugged. “I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s like… if I gave you my name, it’s like giving you a secret.”
“Well,” said the war god, “my name is Sapnap. So. There. Who cares? It’s not a secret or a rock or whatever. It’s just a fucking name, idiot.”
George laughed.
“Mine is George,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you, Sapnap.”
They made their way through the world, Sapnap and George. They made a strange pair, found curious—and angry—eyes on them wherever they went. George could hardly blame them, not when he had a bone-handled axe half his size strapped to his back, and Sapnap made it a point to keep at least four blades on his person at all times. It wasn’t their fault that mortal men took that as a challenge.
Often, they found themselves at the heart of bar fights or alleyway ambushes. Even a war or two. George let Sapnap handle the worst of it; he was, after all, made for battle. But that didn’t mean George gave just as much as he got, sometimes even more. George blamed it on the war god’s influence, his bloodstained glee infectious. It grew on George like heavy moss.
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