another round for loser boyfriend
fighting seasonal
08-19-2019, 02:30 PM
Dag was slammed in the face by the cat's paw as it swung around, but luckily with the back side of it. He was dazed for a moment, but reaffirmed his hold on the cat's leg as Oxide gripped the poor thing's neck. With another crunch, he felt the fight drain out of the cat along with its blood. Breathing heavily, he let the cat's paw drop from his mouth. All he could taste was blood. It was a fine flavor, sure, but it lacked a certain complexity. Pondering if he could effectively add blood to one of his wines, he spat out a glob of the stuff and turned to Oxide. "Dagfinn ofláti Flindt. Well met, and I swear on my leader's skull that thing wasn't employed by us. All the feasting and such... attracts leeches, you see?" Employed. Snerk. If only they could get a big cat on the viking payroll, but he supposed that he never would feel quite comfortable raiding alongside a feline. They were untrustworthy and flighty at the best of times. "Seein' as it's beat now, would you like to settle in for a drink? I feel obliged after you went through such a hell-raising ordeal. I've got the finest meads, wines, and ciders in all of... wherever the hell we are." Dag cocked an eyebrow. "What are ya doing snifferin' around back here, anyway? Got lost? The main event is that way," he gestured roughly with his muzzle. Noises from the stragglers that attended the feast could be heard whispering through the forest in the opposite direction. Plenty were hanging around looking for a slave or some other interesting bauble come market time. He was having trouble pinning Oxide with the "customer" label - there was something a little too wild and desperate in his eyes. What could he be looking for back here? He had been a little inebriated when Valkyrie brought most of the captives over, so he didn't immediately make the connection. Truthfully, they had done so well trading in captives this year that Valk had stashed them all over the bleeding place. Dag could hardly keep track of them all. wc 361 cumulative wc 1528/1500 "dagfinn bellows!" |