Nord-brødrene

Viking Sigurdr · 06-19-2011, 04:08 PM

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I'm on a boat, in mah flippy floppies ;D Also, tharr be a swear word in hurr! WC: 453.

The giant awoke in a den that was not his own, and his ears immediately caught the steady breathing of the white queen next to him. It had been another night that she called upon him, and he obliged without a word. And, as with every other morning like this one, his large bone-hued form rose as quietly as possible, dressing in his shaggy slacks, and exiting without looking back at his queen's sleeping form. Though several questions plagued the warriors mind, there was only one way to answer them, as he entered his own den and stopped to pick up his weapon and helm.

As the sun rose higher into the sky, King's hulking form silently tread down the mountain. The morning light played off of his muscles, which showed no sign of deteriorating anytime soon. Scents which filled his wide nostrils still indicated that he was along the clan's territory, though it faded the further he drew towards the ocean. It seemed as if the pack expanded each day that passed, though Viking wasn't one too pay much attention to the new or old faces that came and went. For as long as he was a part of the underground clan of wolves, he would fight.

Rock and weeds soon turned into cool grass, but was quickly devoured by warm hand. The giant stopped for a moment, single eye trained on the horizon, where sea and sky were plainly divided. A silent pain gripped at his heart and made his throat tighten, but the same stern facial features remained. If only he knew how to build a dragonship, like the ones his brothers had made and which they sailed upon to get to the lands of 'Souls. But.. the male could never go back, and so the dream died with the waves, lapping back onto the shore. "Steikje," the male muttered in the tongue he knew best, silently cursing his inability to prove to the Warrior Band of their mistake.

Sounds of creaking and shuffling broke Viking's train of thought, and narrowed his single eye as he looked to his right. His line of sight was blocked by some sparse trees, and so curiosity turned the man's mass in the direction of the noise. As he drew closer, brushing past foliage and stepping back onto sand, he saw another figure inspecting a small boat of some sort. His scent made the fur on Viking's neck prickle, though he didn't know where the man was from, it was obvious he was not from around here. The grip on his axe became tighter, then, stomping on the soft ground once to announce his own presence, looking as massive and as threatening as possible.

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