Born of the blood of giants and gods.

Viking Sigurdr · 01-21-2011, 12:44 AM

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495 words. HOW DARE YOU PP VIKING'S MANLY STRIDE! Just kidding. :3

Viking was never one for many words. The bone washed male used to be, but discipline and talking back caused nothing but painful lashings. Blood, sweat, and tears were what kept the warrior's mouth shut nowadays, though he would never really tell anyone. This obedience training was not harsh, by any means, it was the only thing warriors of his kind knew. The few words he spoke directly answered her questions, as 'King was always taught to do, and nothing more. Small talk was something he did not understand, therefore it could not be made.

As the queen before him spoke, the warrior listened intently. Did not need.. protecting? The concept seemed strange to the male, and his thick brows furrowed in curiosity. The large male did not walk beside the white queen, nor did he look up at her - customs were what made these actions possible. One did not look straight into the eye of a leader, it was a challenge. One did not speak unless they were spoken to, at least in the presence of a leader. Ears flickered at the mention of other warriors, and 'King didn't have to question how she knew about his way of life. The stories were in each long scar, in the nicks that were missing from his body, and in the ebony colored patch on his face.

'King grunted and nodded once to her question, red-violet eye glancing down at the axe he wielded. It once belonged to his father, whom he did not grow up to know, forged of the strongest metal. Worn at the edges, it was still sharp and stained with the lives that fell to it. The weapon hardly left his sight, or even his rough hands. He let it swing at his side as the warrior followed the white phantom; though she gave her name, it did not matter to Viking. The giant would use the title that was ingrained in him to use towards any female leader. Snow crunched under them, his steps much more thunderous than the careful steps the female in front of him took.

Their trek stopped as they came to cliffs that rose up higher than most of the neighboring ones, on a lower elevation than where 'King was climbing. The warrior followed without reluctance, muscles tensing up when the queen mentioned a pack of wolves living underground. It was strange to the figure who crossed long seas, and came from an entirely different culture, to see wolves living inside the earth. But he would not voice his thoughts, and just like everything, 'King would come to accept the terms of space. His hulking mass had to crouch a bit with the low ceiling, but he regained his full posture when they entered a very spacious room, the ceiling high and every dirt wall packed tight. Ruby eye absorbed the scene of the place, before glancing back at the female, as if waiting for instructions.

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