ooc: Fire hot. ;D +3
The giant couldn't help but notice that the queen, his queen, was rather tall for one. But it only signified that she held even more power than what she presented. Intimidation factor was important for a leader to command their warriors, their slaves. Viking wouldn't have mattered if the queen was six feet tall or six inches tall, he would have followed every command for fear of being punished, collecting another scar, or worse.. not even getting the chance to prove himself as a warrior.
He wasn't one by title, yet, but the giant never had to say anything to anyone to show what he could bring to the clan. Though never without his axe, his body alone told tales that the bone washed male himself would never utter. He would let others do their line of work, and they let him do his. There was nothing more that needed to be said.
At the queen's command, he rose, almost as quickly as he had gotten down to his knee. The earth trembled slightly to the weight adjustment, but even as King was told what to do, by habit he forced his eye away from the inquiring gaze of the female. Ears listened to her speak intently, a voice filled with command, yet sincerity and an air of.. something that Viking couldn't quite comprehend.
Though at her question, the warrior raised his head and looked about his mostly empty den. For the moment there was only one large boulder on which to sit on, and a pile of skins and furs that had become the warrior's sleeping place. The giant narrowed his eye at himself, infuriated that his den wasn't quite accommodated for another guest. Viking was used to being alone, but they had to make due. Yes, my queen."
Grunting, he gestured towards the large boulder along the wall for her to sit upon, eyes cast down out of both habit and now embarrassment. These things weren't even fitting for a queen, and the male would have happily cast himself to the ground to become her footrest, should she ask for it. "Apologies, my queen. Den new." He felt like he had to say something though he wasn't asked to speak, stepped aside to let her make herself at home. The male then braced himself, waiting, almost feeling like he should be punished for speaking out of turn. What a harsh life he must have lived, to have been feeling like he was that very evening.
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