Picking Crops by the Head

*Laufey* · (This post was last modified: 07-11-2015, 10:24 PM by Laufey.)

Finnvis took slaves. At least that's what he gathered. Laufey had never been accepted anywhere before. His family was dysfunctional and fractured, and he'd never been strongly attached to a place or person. He'd grown up largely alone and completely without purpose, drifting from place to place, kill to kill, in an effort to simply continue existing.

He wasn't going to be like that any longer. No, he was a Finnvi now. He had a name and family to be proud of and if Finnvis took slaves then he was going to take slaves like no other. He would be the best he could possibly be for Yfir. They, Katja and Kaprasius, would be proud of him. He needed their praise.

Taking a slave was going to be the solution to his problem.

Following a sweet scent, Laufey finally caught up to Hani. Cloaked in shadows the giant stood several yards behind her. His gaze wasn't exactly predatory as he assessed her, but it was a little too strong to be considered friendly. As she had the day they had met, she smelled really nice and it made it kind of hard to think. Admittedly, he wasn't too good at it even when nice smelling women weren't around.

He nodded to himself. Yep. He was going to do it.

There was, however, the problem of getting her home. Laufey was best described as brutish. He used brute strength to crush problems and easily fit the description of a bull in a china shop. Naturally his plan was heavy handed and for this reason, when he strode confidently up to his new lady, his solution was to try to bodily throw her to the ground; and if he were successful with this he intended to repeatedly slam her head into the dirt until she stopped squirming.

How else was he going to get her to Yfir?

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