force of nature
raylan
Cooperative
01-16-2022, 07:15 AM
As the heat of the spar subsided, Víðarr panted. It would take the hulking shadow a moment to catch his breath, especially after fighting so intently to hold his ground. At least he was comfortable enough in the throes of a fight like this. Fighting made him feel alive and well. The picture of vitality, really. As he caught his breath, Víðarr can hear the compliment coming from the man. His accent was strange, different than his own, but at least he wasn't the only odd man out here. "I'd like to think so." Víðarr's smile in return was rakish, bold. "Not bad yourself." The words came from somewhere deep in his chest, playing in the strong accent carried by his mother tongue. Yes, he's comfortable here. There's something that he doesn't necessarily dislike about feeling the stranger's eyes on him either. No, it's not uncomfortable... not at all. "Víðarr Trygg," he introduced himself, first and second name. The shadow tries his best to be comfortable, despite his usual aversion to strangers... Raylan. It was, in fact, nice to meet him as well. "Why're you out so early?" Right. Conversation. This would be good practice, right? Víðarr could hope. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |