Scents of Trolls
07-19-2014, 10:37 PM
Schon was quite new to the lands as well. Yet, she was horribly confident in the fact that she knew what she was doing. There was no point in being nervous, especially with her gorgeous looks and impressive stature. He would seem to be shocked by her presence at first. The viking girl watched him as he turned around to witness the cannibal. Her blood red eyes slithered around his delightful form with such intensity. She lacked a certain glisten in her eyes most girls had. She was innocent in the bedding of men. For she had no urge to fuck a man unless married. Therefore she saw him as a mere heathen, for those moments. He responded to her own words with his own. "Blessed? How do you know that she's not just trying to give me a challenge? You know its rather hard to stay camouflaged when hunting down large game." Schon would take a few moments to process his words before her luxurious song filled the air like before. "If one is skilled enough they should not need camouflage." The girl spoke only the truth. Yet, he would soon move to another set of words. " Im Novaro... who are you?" The beauty raised a brow, memorizing her marked features to his name. Novaro, the little blue boy. Yet, she would introduce herself, easily. "A pleasure, Novaro. I am Schon Finnvi, Kurf?rst of Valhalla." The gorgeous woman would dip her head slightly in response, but once more would she speak. "What brings you to the lake? A pleasure swim? Are you not cold? Little Blue?" She tilted her head and waited for an answer. "" |
Warning: Schon is prone to swearing, violence, and gore. This character is a cannibal. Thread at your own will.