Just A Dream
01-25-2015, 08:35 PM
The males snarled words brought little reaction, though she turned her head to study the youngling with healthy skepticism before she returned her attention to the male. "Nearly a yearling she is and she has not learned to fight?" She shook her head and unspoken were the words not my problem. "A day, no more, to pay a ransom and have the child returned to you. Once that day passes so does your opportunity." Without moving her head she barked out at the thrall once more, "Come!" And the gods knew that she would scar that young face if she disobeyed after all the trouble Katja had gone through to obtain her. Black-booted paws spun her dismissively away from the male, ghosting toward the blood-crazed form of her cousin as he attempting to claw his way after Aerndis like a stag in rut. She gave a purely internal sigh at his words and moved to prop him up as she surveyed him. He had sacrificed, blood and bone and flesh, his offering to Odinn the all-father who would seat Kapra among the heroes of his hall for his valor in battle if he judged him worthy after death. Though perhaps this was not Kapra's time to die, but merely a test of his strength and conviction. "Die Götter mit Ihnen freuen, Vetter," she murmured to him as she braced him. "Sie machen Ihre Familie stolz." Grabbing his scruff in her teeth to keep him on his feet she led him off after the warrior from Arcanum, her silver eyes keeping close watch upon the thrall to be sure she followed; did she not, the viking would drop Kapra to thrash the child as she rightly deserved. |
