force of nature
raylan
Cooperative
01-13-2022, 04:36 AM
Cranky? Cranky was a good way to describe his mood, yes. Víðarr had woken up with one of his sister’s paws jammed in his face, and (barely an hour later) one of her elbows in his side. His back was sore, but he’d gotten enough rest. He’d gotten enough rest for now, and it was better for the valkyrie to sleep alone if she was going to be like… well, like this. With a scowl, the shadow set off to the polar sound. Breakfast. He could find some fucking breakfast out here. Posture stiff, icy gaze cold, and overall in not the best mood, there was little to rescue this day from the depths of his sourness. Hmmph. Maybe Víðarr wouldn’t even try. As he crossed the beach, it struck him that he wasn’t alone here. Who else would be awake at this godforsaken hour? It certainly wasn’t one of his family, he would have noticed. Right, language was a conscious choice, and he’d learned that his mother tongue wasn’t the common one. His head tilted to the direction of the sound that had tipped him off, paws on the rocky sand. It was a split second decision, mostly fueled by his piss poor morning. The best way to turn it around would be actually getting some fucking exercise… he could make the offer, at least. Lacking in social graces as he was, Víðarr made his proposition. “Not to be a dick,” right, good way to start this one off. “Do you want to spar?” The words were clouded with his heavy accent, but… well hell, they should be good enough. All he could do was dig his claws into the sand and brace himself, should his challenge be accepted. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |
Víðarr vs Raylan for spar
Round 0/?
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Hunter