PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

The Dane King had been delighting himself in w h o r i n g around with women, and couldn't wait to keep going. His army would be complete, and he would find his two brothers. Even if that meant war. He needed to find them, and he needed to imprison them. But in the mean time, a call echoed over the lands for him. He smiled, hearing a female. Was this another one he could charm?

The Dane man launched from his den, a smirk crossing his face as he came to his borders. As he stepped out of the treeline, his smirk fell. In place he threw up a smile, she wasn't his ideal for a woman and he had already had one Gamma, but she could also have the title he supposed. He needed warriors though, not elderlies. His eyes looked to meet hers. "Hello, my name is Beartooth, King of Tarben. These are Dane lands, and we abide by Viking laws. What is your name?"

Beartooth;