Moonlit Manners[joining thread]

This seemed like a good point to decide to wrap this up. Last post from me! :D

Though Ragnar's attention remained focused upon Nightshade, feeling his teeth splice into her skin as his grip would randomly tighten as he continued to drag her as if she were that trophy of a kill he had made. Perhaps to a third party observer it might have looked exactly like that. Indeed, her unwillingness to make it easy for him, while undeniably fun also demanded more work of him. Ragnar Lodbrok had never minded hard work but he was not gentle with her in accordance. As he dragged her body into the borders of Stavanger Bay all he could hope was that he had erased all of the her dignity for defying him. “Get up,” Ragnar demanded of her, not in any mood to play another childish game with her. He had stolen her dignity (he hoped) by dragging her all the way back like she were nothing more than a carcass. “Unless you truly want to be the carcass you looked like when I was dragging you back you will do what I say.” If she thought he was joking about killing her, Nightshade would have another thing coming to her. He could find another slave, although exerting all his previous work would not in any shape or form pay off. That was a gamble he was willing to make.