Strike Me Down, But Don't Strike My Heart

N/A · 01-31-2015, 08:15 PM

They came, as was agreed. The viking woman, in all her dark furred glory, the wounded male who had been with her before and, of course, his daughter. Kar would breathe in, feeling his fur stand on end. Vikings understood blood, battle. They were a fierce sort, not so "spineless" as the woman dared put it. The gray male's gaze would towards his daughter, just a mere moment to ensure she was intact, before his lime green eyes shifted back to the woman who approached. He would breathe in, standing tall. There was no time for pleasantries, but he would try, one last vain attempt, to avoid a fight if possible. Fighting could still lead to negative repercussions, and he could not afford to jeopardize his whole family if it could be avoided.

"Will you not consider something other than another slave, viking?" The man hadn't realized he misunderstood the viking in the first place, but he would not give quarter. "If not, then there is only one decision to make. With blood. I will fight for my daughter if I must. I am not spineless, and I am more than ready to spill your blood if I must, viking." Kar's gaze was hardened, giving not a straightforward answer, but a suggestion with his word. Body was tensed, ready to throw up defenses at a moment's notice if he must. It was time now, do or die.

Speech, Thought

Art by:: Otackoon On DA

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