ooc: +3. I thought this setting would be perfect for Jackson to act brave. And I left this open ended on purpose XD.
It had been a long while since the lone shadow had found himself on these lands, pitted against the solitude against his own will. Though he rarely left the mountainous areas since his placement in Anathema, the bone male often found himself wandering around the craggy lands. Occasionally he'd go towards the sea, with a silent, longing glance at the horizon for his homeland; or towards the open fields at the foot of the mountains, in secret hopes he'd find the female he helped train all those moons ago.
However, none of those goals crossed the warrior's mind. The westernmost part of the lands just at the edge of the pack proved most promising for game, which became the giant's motive to cross the rocky outcrops. Helmet was vacant upon his head, but the giant's axe was ever-present, gripped by its leather-bound hilt. A fast meal would be easier on more level land, and with that in mind the warrior found himself traversing dangerous, rocky cliffs to barren grassland. Small weeds rose from crevices at odd angles, as far as the eye can see, towards the rolling foothills that appeared miles away. The colossal shadow continued to move westwards, until the barren grass he stomped on ate away into the mountain range, suddenly transforming the dry wasteland into thick vegetation.
With the fading sunlight, the dense growth that Viking now found himself surrounded things made his surroundings even darker. Single eye glinted from under heavy brows, adjusting his eyesight to the new light as his heavy mass pushed onward. A sudden rustle in the bushes made the bone washed warrior freeze in place, scarred ears swiveling forward above a head of thick hair.
Something was bold enough to cross the warrior's path, and as the warrior hunkered behind a line of shrubbery adjacent to the noise, it would be its last move. King would not shift to hunt down his prey - he never had. Having been forced to stand on two legs, as it was the way of the fighter, forever would the male stay in that form. In his mind, it was the only form he could take, but hunting over the years was almost as swift as being on four legs. Silently, Viking listened for any other movements from the prey animal, whatever it might have been. Any other signs he might see or hear would be cue for the giant to make his move.
The game had just begun.
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