M. My world has never been the same

[Viking Sigurdr]

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

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Love the Jamesque title ;D +3!

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Torchlight flickered against the hard, earth packed walls of the tunnels, as a lone giant's shadow made its way through from the main entrance. As the well toned warrior had done since first coming across the lands, the figure's head and shoulders bent down to fit into the narrow opening. Though the room expanded and left room for the shadow's full height, it chose to remain hunched, turning the corner towards its den.

Trails of snow were left behind in the giant's wake, the earth beneath it trembling as each step was taken. Torn ear flicked at the sound of horses nickering, a sound the warrior was growing used to since he moved into his new den, soon after that Theodore became a leader alongside the queen. Viking wanted to be as close as he could to protecting his leaders, and the closest den was alongside the space where the horses were kept.

King didn't mind, however, braided locks curtaining his scarred face, keeping his head down as per tradition until he entered his den. Even though the male wasn't in his homeland, glances and opinions were always kept to himself unless told to speak by the king and queen. Viking didn't mind the silence, though, or the lack of companions. Glancing at the weapon in his hand, the bone washed male nodded sternly, knowing that the worn extension of his hand was all he ever needed.

The giant silently ambled over to a boulder, which was mostly flat along the top and made for a seat of sorts, the light along the left wall playing against the granite. As the beast sat, bare back being warmed by the light, it became obvious to any passerby that it could not hold the large male's build. The male merely grunted in the effort, but said nothing more. In the warrior's mind, what you were given had to be made the best of, and speaking against it brought another scar or two to the collection. Viking rested the axe in his lap, the bear fur slacks folding around the new weight upon them. Ruby eye stared intently at the metal, and the edge which needed work, beginning to stare hard at it - as if being able to draw the very fighting essence from it.