Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Viking Sigurdr · 05-08-2011, 03:19 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

+3. But you make up for it by Jackson being so terrifyingly cute. :3

In Character

In silence, the foreign male simply looked down and watched the pup's reaction - large eyes only growing wider. Viking was the last thing the pup expected, and yet the pup was the last thing he expected, too. Frustration was eminent in the single ruby eye of the male, gaze naturally narrowed in any given circumstance. The giant expected a quick meal out of this situation, not a fuzzy runt that would only scare it off. And, what was worse, he was part clan, which suddenly placed a whole new boulder of responsibility on the warrior's bare, squared shoulders.

A similar situation suddenly reminded Viking of the pup from another pack that he saved from a hole in the earth, and it followed him until he broke down and returned it home. Now, standing before him was yet another annoying ball of fuzz, who had probably gone adventuring a little too far from the pack and his mother. What was with all of this? It was beginning to occur to Viking that the materfamilias of these lands cared too little for their pups to be watching over them. Though the bone hued giant could say the same, with his record of playing "puppy retriever", that wasn't the case.

What took the axe-wielding male by surprise, however, was when the black and white pup's frightening reaction changed to an attempt at being scary. His own eye widened only slightly in reaction to the milk teeth that the young thing bore back at him in response. His own teeth were shielded, King's blank face now becoming a clear expression of confusion. He would give it credit for being so bold, though inwardly it was rather comical to think that the pup could scare away a wolf three or four times its size.

If the runt wanted to play the game, so be it. The dark-haired male looked around him, then, as if to check if anyone else was around to watch. Then, still standing, Viking leaned forward and bared his teeth, lips parting as wide as they could without opening his ivory cage. As if the male couldn't be any more frightening, his hands came forward to display sharp claws, fingers arched as if he were going to attack the helpless creature. The axe, still gripped in his right hand, came forward only slightly as well, the edge of the blade catching a glint of light among the forest. His throat rumbled with powerful bellows that came from his heavy chest, slightly suppressed only by his clenched fangs.

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