RAGNAROK AND ROLL
02-22-2014, 04:37 PM
Baldur made a quick mental note to come visit the volcano when winter rolled around again and he dimly wondered if there were some hot springs nearby. But summer was probably a bad time to visit. Baldur's snow white coat was still thick despite loosing much of his winter fluff. The curious woman came closer and Baldur was surprised to find that she was a bit taller than he though a fair bit leaner and his guess at her being a fighter was confirmed by the lattice of scars that marked her sleek ebony frame. Baldur resisted the urge to flinch, wondering if perhaps she'd come from a background similar to his. Thankfully though his thick coat hid most of his scars. They were only noticeable when he was in motion and his fur parted in odd places. He was also lucky that his ears and tail were still in tact. Baldur took in her mismatched eyes? another fae with mismatched eyes. A vision flashed for a minute in his mind of another pair of mismatched eyes but again he failed to place them. It seemed every day that vision grew stronger and he quickly bid it silence. He had enough time for nightmares during the dark hours of evening, he did not need them during the day. "Likewise, Ma'am. If you don't mind my inference you look to be a warrior. Are you from one of the packs nearby? Oh, and I'm Baldur Hr??vitnisson, may I know your name?" She seemed a bit tense but that wasn't unexpected in a warrior. While bred and trained to kill and tear Baldur's time as a loner had mellowed him out well. And he'd never been into his father's militant philosophy as it was. |