Pressure

Víðarr · 02-23-2022, 03:27 AM

Víðarr can feel himself thudding off the side of the larger stranger. That was fine, he'd recover easily on his feet. No, all Víðarr wants is to stay in close to the creature as they fight. As they brawl. All the shadow can hear is the rush of his own pulse in his ears. Gods, how fucking wonderful he feels. All of it is wonderful. All of it leaves him feeling alive. Heart pounding. Heart throbbing in his chest. The sound of the dogs clashing caught Víðarr's attention, somewhere in his periphery. Fisk snapped savagely, snarled, and wrenched free. Developed over generations to fight bears, though he was bloodied he was able to jump into the scrap between the two men. The dog's tenacity is unyielding, and he surged forward in an effort to knock the stranger off balance.

There were teeth in his hock, and Víðarr was unable to move as freely as he would have liked. Still, he surged forward as best he could. The stranger's teeth caught the space between his shirt and his shoulder, slashing at some of the tender flesh. Another laugh, rakish, brassy. It's deep and rings from his chest and throat. Yes, this is exactly what he wanted. He wanted to bleed. He wanted to fight. Through the grip on his hind leg, Víðarr does his best to keep up with the movements of the taller, slighter man. He dove for the tender space where the back of the ear met the man's neck, where the flesh would be soft and pliant. Snapping teeth, gnashing jaws-- Víðarr can feel his heart as it pounds. Yes, this is what it is to feel alive.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

Víðarr vs Eligos for spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1 year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Companion 1: Karelian bear dog, male - Battle
Skills: Advanced Fighter & Advanced Hunter

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