He'd been spending too much fucking time dwelling lately. Too much time trying to hold onto the things that had gone down with his father. The ailing, once king, a shadow of himself. Björn⁢ could feel the resentment building in his system, rolling and rocking through his body. It builds in all the worst ways... Björn⁢ is explosive on a good day. Things were only getting worse.

Drawing to a quiet stretch of beach on the eastern shores of Boreas, he allows himself to find a spot in the sand. Collapsing in it, back against one of the scrub trees, he waits. He watches. Collecting his thoughts and taking in the relative serenity of this place. There's too much peace here. There's too much peace everywhere. Once more, it's making the rot prince sick.

Red sun still hanging in the sky, his gaze on the still waters is unblinking. It's quiet. For now, it's quiet. At least it's only a matter of time. The breakpoint is coming.

"speech"

coded by NachoMumma

Life was what you made it. Life was what you took. What you stole. What you fought for. The scars that riddled the body of the cobalt and cream brute were a testament to that. Lines of gouges, scratches, bite marks, all settled right beneath the giant's thick coat. He knew all about life and death and taking what he wanted. In fact, you could say that he was a bit of an expert. Blood stained the brutes creamy chest until it was almost black. He hadn't bothered to clean himself up after his latest escapade. He wore the blood and gore like a badge of honor. Sure, he'd take a dip eventually, but it was still so fresh. One might think that he was dying, should they happen upon him, but not a drop of it was his own. As he strolled along the beach, a figure up ahead caught Cal's attention. Mmm, should he alter course? ..Nah. No reason to. Continuing his path would take him right in front of the lounging wolf. Lips peeled back to flash rows of serrated teeth and the titan rumbled in deep, glacial tones, "Fine day, isn't it?" "Calibos Lir"