she always tries, truth or lie
10-15-2013, 12:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-15-2013, 12:26 AM by Conan.)
The pendant around his neck swung back and forth, occasionally bumping against his powerful chest; it was a constant reminder. No wrong deed went unpunished and the brute of a man was a testament to that. His family had been slaughtered and the man, then boy, had dedicated his life to training and becoming strong enough to rip the throat of the bastard who had had his family killed. It had been a grueling journey, full of hatred, blood, pain and determination. Along his way the barbarian had made a few friends here and there, as well as freeing those who had been taken as prisoners. He lived a free life and believed that everyone else in the world had that same right. A fond smirk twisted his sooty lips as he recalled the day he had gotten his revenge. The bastard hadn't see it coming. He hadn't expected the scrawny pup he'd seen all those years ago to turn into the hulking man that had come for his head. It had been a tough battle, but in the end Conan came out victorious and his family was finally avenged. As a prize and reminder to himself, the titan ripped one of the fangs from his opponent and gotten it strung into a necklace that he now donned around his neck. It was a reminder to him of where he came from, as well as a warning to the rest of the world that he wasn't a man to be trifled with. Mammoth sized paws worked against the earth at a leisurely pace, ruby gems dancing across the unfamiliar territory. Now that he had avenged his family, the titan didn't exactly know what to do with himself. He had met a woman during his travels and they had had some time together...But he was a wanderer and the world called to him, to keep exploring, to keep fighting for those who couldn't fight for themselves. And that's what he was doing, which was how he had ended up in this strange new place. It was such a diverse land, with a few different climates, but somehow they all meshed together quite well. Currently his worn paws carried the massive behemoth towards what looked to be like an old ruin of some kind, stones of every size imaginable littering the area around the main structure. It had probably been something big and grand, but now it was simply a pile of rubbish. The man would approach the stones carefully, velvety nostrils quivering with interest; there was another wolf in the area. Russet stained ears would flicker forward, ruby gaze noticing a strangely marked figure across the boulders. Nostrils would flare, testing the air to catch the second wolf's scent; female. And she was alone. The man would halt, his massive frame rippling with bulking muscle as he observed the young dame, wondering where she was from and what exactly she was doing out here alone. Talk like this |