Awkward ending is.. awkward?
For a moment he noticed the queen's gaze upon him, and 'King quickly averted his eye. The warrior wasn't sure why she looked at him, as if judging his hardened face and scarred form in the dim light of the tunnels. What was there to look at? What more did she need to know? The bone hued male took to focusing on the floor briefly, as the leader before him scanned his brutal looking face.
Small scars adorned the backs of his ears, focusing on the quarter-sized hole that was torn from the top right one. Below that, an ankle bone of an elk was pierced through the skin, somewhat loose but clinging tightly to its host. The patch that wrapped around his stoic face was worn down, something 'King had found on the ship he sailed on to these lands. Twin marks stretched parallel on his muzzle, coming down to lips that could not attempt a simple smile. If he so tried, large ivory fangs would be bared instead, into more of a sneer of sorts. What had to have been the most impressive, though, was the deep scar at the base of his neck, running down towards the left side of his sturdy chest. The scar that started it all, the one that forced him to walk on two legs, to wield a weapon.. to become a true warrior.
The warrior allowed for the queen to grab at his hand, almost too swiftly, and 'King shut his single eye when their blood mingled, forming a close bond that the warrior did understand in these lands. As soon as it happened, it was over, and his hand with the small cut dropped to his side, droplets slowly forming and falling onto the earth. Opening his ruby orb, the giant followed the gaze of his queen's hand towards an adornment of hallways and passages - indicating that rooms were dug into the hard packed walls. Viking nodded slowly, and once, his eye expressing more of a gratitude and willingness to serve more than his still lips could form. "As wish, my queen," his accent evident, the viking bowed his head to her, braided locks falling to the front of his shoulders as he did so. And with that, 'King tread through the underground, grabbing the nearest dark, empty room he could find.
And the Verto giant slept in the earth, in a deep slumber that could have easily matched an ancient god's - yet to awaken with a silent power.
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