Whose Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
01-08-2019, 02:11 PM
The rush of adrenaline ran through her whole body as the polar bear’s blood soaked into her fur. She took in breath deeply, but hurried as she sought more oxygen in her lungs. Her heartbeat heavily in her chest as she stood coiled, ready to leap away should the next wave arrive. Their opponent hesitated, dripping crimson as it debated its work to reward ratio. Eisleif stared back hard before the beast decided to turn away. A sense of Victory took her as it lumbered off in the opposite direction. A grin came to cover her features as her gaze returned to her partner as he celebrated as well. She couldn’t tell his own wounds to the bear’s blood that fell on his pelt. She held her head high feeling the rush of accomplishment take on an adrenaline like feel of its own. He offered words of disbelief, but Eisleif had been confident in their combined ability. She just grinned in response to that as he gave her a name, Éldi Rudolfrson she committed it to memory. She wondered with his name, he sounded northern. ”Eisleif Finnvi, it would be a pleasure to dine with you.” He was young, but he was a courageous warrior. The woman looked back to where the Turkey lay, such a ruckus over the bird. She hoped it taste as good as battle had. |
