Come One, Come All

*Thor* · 05-03-2014, 10:27 PM

Of all his luck, it was Thor who Tyr ran into. The brute had settled down a decent distance from Erani and was just beginning to look over the Valhallans when he was struck from behind. The blow was relatively light, like he'd been hit by a child, so instead of standing, the brute merely glanced over his shoulder. It was only once his eyes settled on the wolf who ran into him that he fixed on an emotion. Anger.

It had been months since he'd last seen the little coward, but there he was, cowering before him. Thor stood up and turned to loom over the patchy wolf. With an icy tone, he answered Tyr's question. "Those," The word was hissed out between clenched teeth, "Are horses." To Tyr's next statement, the brute spat out, "You should be."

Thor felt many things for his gimpy brother, but compassion wasn't one of them. Perhaps it had been at one point, but no longer. Tyr had long ago used up all his sympathy. Now nothing remained by a mixture of pity and anger. Thor's hackles lifted. The sudden appearance of his brother had startled him, so he had yet to settle on a course of action, but make no mistake, he had a lot to be angry for and the cause of a great deal of his misfortune was well within reach. Hissing, he breathed, "You little bastard."

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