Alpine Lake And then walk until our feet are torn
Babe, there's something wretched about this
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Ooc — Noki
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With a challenge hanging in the air, the man could feel his heart beat stronger. Not faster. A heady, drumming in his chest, preparing for the young damsel to utilize that temper of hers to either show him that she was much stronger than she looked - something that was so rare, that he had barely ever seen. Stock, musculature, thick bones and a jaw for crunching flesh and bone, a weight heavy enough to crush and suffocate your opponent, that is what made a warrior. But he was always open to be proven wrong. 

His eyes were focused on the woman entirely. The snow and ice completely ignored as the fire ignited within him. Woman, young, old, children or spartans - if they desired to show their strength who was he to deny them that opportunity?

At the slightest hint of an acceptance to his challenge he was ready to begin, but he waited... studying her movement, watching as the cogs churned within her own head as she thought of something while he waited for a response. Either physical or verbal. His mind was silent. Focused. A snake ready to strike if the prey got too close.

Then finally her own words split the air. Her tone changed as she seemed to take on a whole new approach. He remained silent to her question. If she were to ask such a thing she was clearly unaware that a death by battle by any means was noble and worthy of praise. Whether the world knew about it or just the one opponent. It was noble to fight until a dying breath. Rosencrantz Mortensen. He spoke with a foreign tongue, not of one he knew how to speak, but simply that of which his parents had spoken of him to.  

Luckily for you my thirst for blood is less than others. If what you say if true, whats to protect you if I decide a fight is imminent. Your previous words alone were enough to spark the idea of a fight. Clearly you have much to learn if this pack of yours absolutely needs you to lead them. The level tone continued, no words fluttered or faltered and nor did his stance. His eyes alone beckoned her to continue, she had his interest for now depending on what was to come next.
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And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 12, 2018, 09:25 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 12, 2018, 09:48 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 12, 2018, 10:06 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 12, 2018, 11:17 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 12, 2018, 11:45 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 13, 2018, 12:09 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 13, 2018, 12:36 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 13, 2018, 10:15 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 13, 2018, 03:21 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 13, 2018, 10:12 PM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 14, 2018, 12:18 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by Rosencrantz - November 14, 2018, 12:44 AM
RE: And then walk until our feet are torn - by RIP Niamh - November 14, 2018, 01:14 AM