pirate metal x viking metal: the crossover episode

He was still exploring, learning all that southern Boreas had to offer. Now that winter had fallen it was at least a bit less troublesome. The weather and all of that, it was too much. Far too much. The heat would only serve to make the shadow feel far older than he actually was. No, really, it aged Viðarr what felt like hundreds of years. Within the winter he found solace, reprieve from it all. The day was young yet, and the shadow was bound and determined to get the most out of it. Squaring his shoulders, straightening his back, and plodding on through the snow he went.

A nice, fat hare for breakfast. That sounded good, and it would yield enough food for not just the shadow but his companions as well. They hunted easily, in good time with each other. All three of them were keen eyed and bright this morning, and it didn't take long to enjoy their meal. Towards the tail end, that's when they heard it. They weren't alone out here. The sound of paws on the snow, and not just one set. How many were there? The trio ended up back to back, staring down several coyotes at once. This wasn't the time to count, no. This was time to prepare, time to gather themselves. A laugh rattled through Viðarr's chest, his head tossing. "What a bunch of stupid cunts," the words came before he could stop them. In what world did they make an easy meal?

Before Viðarr could truly take stock of the situation, he dove in head first. There was nothing stopping him, nothing holding him back. Just as the berserkers who came before him had, he plowed forward. In the heat of the moment there was nothing he'd love more than taking them out one by one. This was the moment. This was his time to shine. The dogs, too, seemed to be enjoying themselves. Good exercise on a brisque morning, even if he did feel teeth sinking into his shoulder and his ankles. How obnoxious, coyotes were.

"Viðarr"