snakes on a plain

Astraios was careful not to go too far from the lands of Heiðinn. He pushed his luck a little, heading further astray to territories such as this one. He was expecting the axe to fall at some point, and his actions to get him further into trouble. However, as Thrall there wasn’t exactly any lower he could fall.

He was hunting through the plains, trying to find the trail of the Reindeer he and Spider had hunted the other day when the sound of a commotion caught his attention. He turned his head, looking over a small rise in the Plains just in time for something to go flying towards him.

He let out a surprised curse, "Helvede!" as the object smacked him in the face. He had only a second to realise the long, scaly creature was a snake before he was slamming a paw down on its neck. It struggled and writhed under his grip, but his eyes were already moving to the wolf that had attacked him. “Hey!” He called out to them, tone angry.


"Speech"