gloria fortis miles

Fucking around and finding out, those are basically the two things he's been best at lately. Víðarr is happy to launch himself at the bear, no longer fussing. No longer taking the time to square up, just diving in head first. He's pretty good at that, and the way he handles his predators? Well, it's choreographed. Orchestrated by a man who knows exactly what he's doing, and exactly what it takes. What it takes. Well, he's learned. He's seen. He's proven it. Víðarr was happy to prove it.

Lorikeet's advances leave him chuckling, not uncharacteristic as he finds himself locked in the heat of a fight. More than anything, he's enjoying himself. By the gods, does he enjoy himself most in moments like this. Already feeling the gore drip down the side of his face, matching the bear's movements to his own. Fuck he loves this feeling. "You'll have to take that up with my wife," the words are chosen with intent. Appreciation for a woman is something he knows better than many, and while there's been no ceremony yet, his intentions with Tenshi were clear. He would appreciate the help with the bear, though, as the creature swipes him across the head with a great, furry paw. Oof, his bell a bit rung and his attention back on the predator before he can react to the slap on his behind.


"Víðarr"