Slowly the giant relinquished his grip on the woman. She slid from his grasp and fell gracelessly to the ground, and it was then that his attention returned to her. His gaze slid to hers and then casually roved across her person in an effort to assess her well being. She'd made her enjoyment quite clear; it was a wonder they hadn't piqued the interest of other visitors of the battlefield. There was a vain part of him that had derived enjoyment from her reactions. Each unstoppable gasp had stroked his ego and, while not at all what he'd intended, he found himself striving for such reactions.
Laufey bent down and sought to gently lick at the woman's scruff. The giant sought to smooth out the fur he'd mussed and soothe the skin he'd gripped so hard. He wanted this woman. Not just today, but any day. He wanted her with him, wanted her within reach and at his side. Laufey was also intrigued with the possibility of him being her first. Something about that appealed to him. It quipped a deep-seated possessiveness in him that was hard to ignore. He wanted this woman. And he did not want to share. "I want you to come with me."
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
