ardent

someone's hogging all the mountains around here

Aris



Tyrfing

Avalon
Fighter

Expert Fighter (210)

Master Hunter (240)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter
age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
235
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
112

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Snake EyesCritical Observation!1KCritical Hit!
08-17-2022, 11:20 PM
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Squaring up against the oversized cat was a terrifying experience, but Tyrfing had never been described as anything less than bold. It took a few steady breaths to wash away the initial bout of sudden shock that had come with being face to face with the beast, but when no option remained but to fight, Fin began to fall into a determined sort of forced-acceptance.

And then a small purple wild thing was flying across the plateau and sliding to a stop expertly at Fin's side, bringing his heart rate to rise suddenly once more. He could not refrain from the instinctual leap back he took from her swift and sudden arrival, nor the "what the fuck!" peeling from his lips; and unfortunately quick, panicked movements were exactly the wrong thing to do when standing down a rival predator.

The tiger sprang and Fin narrowly dodged the leap (finding success mostly because his cat-like claws were already scrabbling frantically against the rock to recover from his hard flinch) ducking just enough that the claw and tooth combo sailed harmlessly overhead. Veering backwards and tossing a confusingly impressed glance the runt's way, he found himself lost for words. Where the fuck did she come from? She was purple like him, fanged like him, clawed like him. Did the mountain's thin air bring upon him delusion and hallucination, or did the Gods send some tiny fury fighter angel to rescue his stupid ass? "What the fuck." He repeated, this time the expletive hissed almost in awe and well below his breath.

He did not have much time to dwell on her coincidental appearance (and coincidental appearance!) before the tiger demanded his attention once more. Bearing his own crystalline fangs he advanced on the beast, holding it's attention as best as he could and watching and waiting for an opening - or hoping at least that the stranger could find one if he could not.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

table art by nightauctor
[Image: Tyrfing_Chibi1.png]
Tyrfing has feline paws (with an extra toe on each foot), small horns, and amethyst saber fangs. These features may not be visible on all his art.
He has a black-chinned hummingbird companion named Coach and a mini emperor penguin named Private, and unless otherwise stated, assume the hummingbird is with him at all times.




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