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Viking Sigurdr · 04-14-2011, 05:58 PM

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+3. Is the slight pp alright? Also: "My, what big teef you have!" XD

There seemed to be no end to the small jumping fuzzball who spoke as if she had something stuck in her mouth. For a moment the giant hoped she had fled as his axe split and cracked the dead log before him, but disappointment weighed heavy on his ears, pressing against thick hair when he heard the squeaking again. He watched carefully as the small girl padded up to the scene, seemingly unafraid of him nor the weapon that she now insisted on knowing about.

As she spoke, he hurled the axe over his right shoulder, a grunt audible with the effort. His colossal shadow darkened on the earth as he crouched closer to it, his free hand grasping the nape of the pup and lifting her to meet him eye to patchy eye. This girl was brave, no doubt, but showed no resemblance of a warrior. Why, then, did her parents keep the runt? "To kill." The last word was stressed purposely, ruby eye narrowing as his nostrils flared, taking in the scent of the pup.

The giant had no idea where the young pup was from, but for some reason it wanted him to guide her home. Silently, the warrior set the small wolf down gently on the ground, at a complete loss for what to do. The foreign male's attempt to scare was not working, as it had to many smaller creatures over the years. However, King was not one to give up, setting his axe down to the ground over the splintered log. Both paws grasped the forest earth, one on each side of the small girl, and Viking leaned forward, his shadow enveloping her entire body. As he thrust his face so that it was inches from the pup's, his lips curled to bare sharp ivory teeth, and a malicious snarl erupted from his bare chest.

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