sorry all i know is "bite things" and "love my wife"
fighting expansion!
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Simply put, she couldn't wait to get her axe into some coyotes. She strode into the crypt with her head high, tail wagging, and a pleasant smile on her face that didn't seem to quite gel with what they were about to do.
There--!
Bylgja didn't speak. Instead, she let out a war-yelp and grabbed her axe, bearing down upon one of the coyotes that had the misfortune of being closer to the pack than the rest. She twisted her body to swing the axe and was met with the satisfying heft of the blade slamming into the neck of the coyote, jarring to a stop against the spine and leaving the head half-removed.
Brave may not have been the best word to describe Delphi. She was young, a bit reckless, and all bad luck. That didn't mean she wouldn't try. Anything to help the old man. Plus, she got to spend more time with him and the others. The girl was especially taking a liking to the new woman, Bylgja. Who Delphi couldn't help but grin at from time to time as they ventured deeper into the crypt.
Sticking close to Vidarr's heels, Delphi's own small stature slid through the slick halls. Avoiding cobwebs and feeling the anticipation boil her blood, Delphi grew excited. At least they were getting close. The pungent scent of coyotes burned the inside of her nostrils. Their yelps and screeching calls echoed throughout the halls. Pausing, she stares up at Vidarr as he unleashes them. A grin spreads across her lips before she bursts forward and follows Bylgja's lead.
Leaping onto the closest coyote, Delphi sinks her cat claw gloves into their skin and pulls downward. It's as if she is slicing paper. Blood splattered back onto her face as she shoves her open jaw forward and sinks her saber fangs into the coyote's throat. Clamping down, she shakes until the coyote begins to stumble and fall to the gorund.
Brida
Soothsayer
Expert Fighter (205)
Advanced Hunter (90)
4 Years
Female
12
Dragon Mod
A small war party was being led to the crypt beneath the mountains, and Brida was eager and excited to sink her teeth and claws into the lesser creatures that occupied it. She followed the small group, taking up the rear as the battle party made their way to the crypt. When they got there, she could see why Vidarr had this place in mind for the pack. It would do well to serve as a defense. The Vikings would know this place inside and out if they didn't already. They'd be well-defended if they holed up in here during attacks. As the warriors entered the Crypt, they were promptly greeted by the mangy coyotes that dwelled in there. Immediately, the others had split for the attack, and Brida would follow suit. With a thunderous roar of her own, the Viking warrior charged toward a couple of coyotes that threatened to come up behind the youngest of the party, barreling her broad chest into the smaller of the two and swiping with deadly claws at the other. Both went to the ground, with the larger one getting back up and turning toward her. "Come on!" She cried out as the two barreled toward each other. She lunged, teeth flashing as she gripped the side of the coyote's neck, sabers sinking deep as it gurgled and cried out in pain. It flailed, claws scratching at her cheek before she tossed it and released it before turning on the next one. |
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.