vagabond battleborn

Draugur's life revolved heavily around his Gods, specifically the one that he favored: Thor. They largely dictated his choices, and often Draugur did not make moves without some sort of confirmation that it was what they wished for him to do. While he believed that the Fates could be wrong, there was no such skeptism when it came to the Gods. Draugur's attention was drawn to the dark furred woman, her coat the color of warm chocolate, dusted with silver along her back, the Sigurvegarinn noted as his silver gaze rose to study her in the distance that lay between them. While the wraith might have been a largely solitary creature he was still a man and could appreciate beauty when he saw it even if his attention rarely lingered further than that. Having never given thought to the idea of "settling down" and having a wife and children of his own, I would not have spurred his attentions to go deeper. He was the Conqueror and with that title there was no time or place for such a mundane life. This was not to claim that he had never enjoyed the vices of a woman before, and perhaps he might have sired children though he never stayed in one place long enough to find out. Whether he did or not did not concern him.

What concerned Draugur currently was the woman's words, eliciting a small smirk forth from the Viking's lips as they touched his velveteen ears. A moment of contemplation was given as he debated his own words. "I am no youth," The Viking spoke, voice deep and accented. It was the truth, he had lived to see his fourth year mark quite recently, reminding him that he had finally outlived his elder brother. Draugur understood that she hasn't been calling him a youth but making a general statement and incase there had been a misunderstanding continued with, "Trespassers were killed where I come from." They did not live to see another day. It was a harsh way to send across a message but then again Draugur was a harsh man and believed in consequences.

The woman introduced herself as Kaskara and as the Beta of the pack. An inquiry followed and a small chuckle left the Viking's lips. "I am passing through," not bothering to state that she did not want him within their ranks. His ambition was too great and would get the better of him even if it put forth an effort of ignoring it. Besides that, he was not a huge fan of bowing to another's authority — too many years of usurping leaders under his belt to be obedient.