ardent

Elaborate(claiming)

Claiming



Víðarr

The Hallows
Hallowed

Master Fighter (245)

Master Hunter (245)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
81
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
480
player
wicked

OverachieverUnderachieverRapid Poster - BronzePride - PansexualDouble MasterSamhain 2022
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06-25-2023, 12:26 AM

Force. Víðarr did everything with great force. His weight advantage would be a blessing and a curse, he was certain of that much. The man could do a great deal of damage just by throwing his weight around. Still, it left him slower and less nimble. Close quarters combat would always send a thrill through his system. He was alive. Víðarr tucked his chin, keeping the tender flesh around his throat protected. Reckless, not stupid. He spat, sending the fur he’d pulled out flying. The woman swung her rump towards him instead, and he couldn’t help but let go a brassy, humorless laugh. “No, girl, you’re not my type.”

Her teeth connected with his right foreleg. Víðarr winced, feeling the flesh give way as the bite landed. His lifted left foreleg slammed back to the ground in the same instant, and Víðarr was able to regain his balance. The viking sunk his weight into his powerful hind legs, relying on them to keep him steady as Voodoo slammed into his ribs. The girl was too small to topple him like this, silly thing. Víðarr kept his chin tucked low, ears pinned to his skull as he struck out in retaliation. There would be little sweeter than the taste of her blood on his tongue, the viking decided. It was a relentless counterassault, and he was aiming for the woman’s face. He was not precise about it, instead choosing to reach for whatever bit happened to be closest.

Víðarr moved to swing his rear end away from her now, changing the angle of his assault. Gathering all of the strength, all of the raw power in his muscular hind legs, the man moved to lurch fully into Voodoo’s space with renewed vigor. His teeth sought the back of her neck, a bid for control. The rest of his shadowy form plowed towards where he estimated her shoulders to meet with her back. Víðarr's shoulders hunched. The force he acted with was immense. Every movement Víðarr made was with intent to sunder bone, to rend flesh. Bleeding and brilliant, the viking was in his glory.













VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.


Víðarr VS Voodoo for pack claim
Round 2/3
Height: 45"
Build: heavy
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This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl.  Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.  
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.