You are as high and dry as they say[joining]
07-13-2014, 07:42 PM
He was no built man to risk the factor of not knowing the higher standards of any kingdom. Ubivat had been related to princes and queens, but that meant nothing in a land and a pack that was not his. So as she showed herself, the little bit of electricity broke through his brain about her being a woman. Women had to go above and beyond for a position like that, even more of a reason to bow down. To be loyal, if the mighty gods were to save him. It was not as if he couldn't pull his own weight, despite his lack of being able to tell he was hungry he looked bulky and well fed. Like a pack wolf despite being a loner. His tongue would run over the top of his mouth as he lowered his head rather curiously to her. She held no special attraction to him, Ubivat was an omnisexual it did not matter who they were. He tended to believe since he was dead, and had no heart, he could not love. If his gene's and young were needed, he would be commanded by the leader who spoke to the gods in order to do so. "I am Ubivat, seeking entry to grow into the purist of a wolf inside the Valhallan walls. The gods called for me here, to serve, to listen if needed." English an ugly language in his eyes. Russian being his birth language, and rather something he would rather speak to wolves who knew it. Many Vikings tended to know more about it, but his orange dead eyes would seer straight into the heir. Obviously showing that something was off about him. But there was no reason to turn him down, he could pull his own weight, he could protect what was needed to be protecting. And even then, his gene's were perfect for any female if he were to be ordered to do such a deed. Along with that, his complete and fighting loyalty, was being lied out for her. In the hopes the gods would have mercy on him the second time he died to leave this body that was missing a heart. Speech, |