Flying lessons

Viking Sigurdr · 03-12-2011, 02:29 PM

[html]

HOO-HAH! -flex- +5

The light of early dawn was what awoke the giant from his slumber, and brought him out of the dimly lit caves and into the open. As the bone washed male blinked into the beginnings of the day, the only sound that came from him were the steps he took into the snow-covered ground, sounding like rolling thunder while all the world was still asleep. Emerging in his normal gear, the shadow that played from his build made a strange shape - a large beast, clad in bearskin pants, with an antler helm placed over long, loose, braided hair. The moving shadow displayed the weapon in the warrior's hand, the axe he was never without; it was as much a part of him as any other part of his body.

Slowly, the giant moved with no direction in particular. Nothing else stirred, all else was quiet - much like the large male. It was more than the perfect time to find a place to train on his own, before returning and awaiting the wants and needs of the queen. It had only been a couple days since she called upon him, and though Viking was prepared by his former female leader, it caught the giant off guard. As customary, when a queen demanded something of her slaves, they obeyed, regardless of the command. But when it came to more.. physical matters.. she only picked the strongest, sturdiest warriors.

King's single eye narrowed in contemplation as he found himself near a rocky ledge, not far from the mouth of the pack's cave. Why was he picked? Did his queen see something in him that he hadn't? Naturally, though he was physically fit, the warrior always found himself training his body and his mind, never finding himself worthy. He would certainly prove himself in combat, but never boast about it. Doing so would only add to the many scars that already adorned the giant's form. They were reminders of his outbursts, of his disobeying, and most importantly - weakness.

His thoughts were shaken and the male was brought back to the present, ears twitching at the sound and sight of rubble falling. A single grunt came from his throat, as the male took a few more steps to peer around the ledge. Ruby eye widened slightly in seeing the scene before him, of a young, black wolf scrambling to hang on. The scent that flared through the giant's nostrils indicated that he was no stranger - but a brother, part of the same pack. Born into believing that one should look out for one another, the large male took it upon him to assist the black male. From the looks of it, the other was a four-legged one, and how it came to be on the edge was far beyond the bone washed male. It may have been a sign of weakness on its part to have fallen in the first place, or the gods were unhappy and trying to get rid of the problem. Stepping out onto the ledge slowly, carefully, King kept his eye trained on the target. When he was close enough, he stretched out one massive, scarred paw to grab onto the smaller black one clinging to the edge.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?