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Indestructible fortitude, wielding powers of Thor

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Garm


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01-03-2023, 12:50 PM
#3

Nothing can stop me, move out of my way

The male sat with his fire, no care for the bird that made itself known and landed on his shoulder to his bad eye, singing about intruders. Garms snort was the answer he gave the bird, which took off to keep his eyes on them overhead. Garm had heard her voice echoing it was of no surprise to the viking.

When the female came forth he turned his face to her and proceeded to sit where his small fire was. At least he could see now who had plundered the place. He examined her with his half blind gaze, her pelt being committed to memory. His gaze was non concerned as he eyed her. Angry with her companion or not he did not care, turning her anger on him would not be her best move.

As she did just that and snapped at him, the behemoth stood then all viking before her. He would not bow. His hackles did not rise though and his posture did not give way to any hints that he was angered, yet. "Perhaps lass you should start again. Turning illr temper on a strange mađr is not recommended." he eyed her not caring that he was in front of her and she might be angry.

A chuckle passed from his lips at his own self. Maybe he should show her how one should introduce themselves? "Garm Järvson, viking by trade, murderer of cheating bitches and traitorous bróđirs, sonr to konungr Järv. And you, kona?" every word he spewed probably foreign to her. He didn't care. She could either get with the program or leave him be. He didn't need to educate anyone to his ways. He was son to a king, widower to himself and not willing to change too much. These lands would be plundered one way or another. A clash from thunder and a flash of lightning lit up his for from behind as the fire lit him from his blind side. His good eye did promise her danger if she pushed the wrong buttons. He wasn't above murder and rape, after all he was likely a dead man should he return home anyway.

Every word he said was dripping in his foreign tone. His voice was deep and resounding with his strength. Vikings didn't ask for shit, they took it, so if she thought she could get him to plead to take refuge here he wouldn't.

Walk, "talk", Think

Bloodlust is rising, hurricane in my veins

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