force of nature

Víðarr

Snow and rocks and icy water-- really, they were all of Víðarr's favorite things. He liked it... didn't just like it, loved it. Lived for it. The cold made him feel alive. It was one of the few things that could, other than a good hunt and an even better fight. Still, sparring was fine too. Less gore but it was good enough. Training. Getting his heart beating in his chest. If Víðarr could hurt, then he was certain that he was still alive, and that was good enough. It would be enough for him. It had to be enough for him. The shadow would bleed simply to feel alive.

And bleed he would. The stranger had taken his challenge and decided it amenable. Excellent. A rakish grin crossed the shadow's face as the creature approached him at a dead run. Víðarr took the crash head on, allowing the breath to hiss from his system, a certain indulgent nature to the way he took the hit. He snarled. He swore to the gods. He'd use the momentum from the crash to force himself upwards, wanting to catch the man on his own shoulder and knock him off balance. Víðarr needed to stay in close, knowing that he'd lose any battle that would play on his speed. Stay close, stay alert, stay alive. Oh how alive he felt. A certain sort of brilliance glimmered in his icy gaze. Excellent.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr vs Raylan for spar
Round 1/3 (I messaged Melo on discord and asked how many rounds she'd like to go)
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Intermediate Fighter & Intermediate Hunter

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