[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/AqDM4Er.png), auto][justify][size=8]Ryan wasn't entirely sure where the fuck he had found a lump of sodium, although there was no way in hell the male was missing the opportunity to snatch the element. The fox wasn't stupid, however, and knew that it'd be suicide in the most literal sense to just pick it up with his teeth- so instead the fox was trotting back into the glade once more with twine tied around the clump of reactive element, a broad smirk across his maw as he came up alongside the shack he had been taking residence in recently, pushing the sodium so it was carefully under the overhang of the tin roof. He didn't want it getting wet whilst he waited, after all- he wanted a nice fire, not an explosion to detonate one of his sheds. "Anybody up for a weenie roast?" The fox called out, a smirk on his maw as he slipped into his cabin and returned with a bucket of water. It was typically his drinking water, but eh- Ryan had now found a better use for it.
[hr][align=center]RYAN HAYWOOD * CHIEF * [abbr=medium difficulty, fights with throwing knives - ability to manipulate memories - no kill/capture without permission - assisted by pet triceratops POINTY]BATTLE INFO[/abbr] * BIOGRAPHY
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