He stared down the woman who resembled the Queen he'd eventually knock down. Her eyes refused to meet his, as he stopped the two and questioned her of her relation and name. ”…S-s-sis-ster, and-d, D-d-drevis.” She was frightened by him - Good. She should be, in order to keep her at bay. He began his speech, Phobus seemed quite pleased with his words as he spoke them. He heard Drevis gulp as he spoke of women being claimed in this land. So she was scared, likely an unsoiled woman. Those were rare in these lands, thanks to him. He nodded for them to follow inland, and follow they did.
As he walked, he continued to talk. His speech of a true Viking society, where men could have whoever they wanted. Women were claimed, yet so far no man had laid claim to any of the females. As he waltzed onto the frozen lake, he turned to face them both. His eyes looking to each of them as he finished speaking. Surely it was an earful. "Thank you, Beartooth. You brought me to a paradise. I will gladly be apart of your army, if war is to come. If Dawnshire and Amberbjorne join the mix, I’d prefer to keep the heads of my bastard family, as well as the head of Helius of Dawnshire. Wisteria’s husband. I refuse to let her win. She will be broken again, next time she sees me standing over her dead husband. Then, she’ll be forced to be mine. I’ll make you proud, my King.”
He smiled at he man as he spoke, giving him a delighted nod. "As you wish. Take what is yours - But you may be surprised of the women that are here. Suitable, rash, sharp tongued - But always a good time." He chuckled. His head and audits turned to Drevis, surprised as she spoke. “I don’t know who your brothers are.” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders at her words. "Unfortunate. You will still have to play as a pawn in my game still." He said, his eyes watching her wings as she attempted to move them. They seemed stiff, was she not used to the climate? ”It’s cold.” Her words made him chuckle.
The Dane King looked to the sky before he spoke. "Since I found power, I no longer feel the cold. It's in my very veins. The cold is long here. The only warmth we know is Summer. Wendigo will help you find a suitable, warm den." He looked back to her. "He's a good warrior, he will keep you safe and tend to your needs. Just do not burden him with petty tasks, he's quite the cannibal." He winked at her, a smirk on his face before he rose his head to the sky to call for the man in which he spoke of. When he finished, his head fell back down and he looked to Phobus. "You are free to roam Tarben, meet the lovely ladies and warriors. Do not start any trouble." The white, ghost like man trotted up behind him, as he looked to Drevis. "Wendigo, this is Drevis. You will watch her day and night, and see to it that she does not escape Tarbens borders as well as tend to her needs. She is important, so if she tries to run do not kill her, simply take a wing. But please find her a place to warm up." He looked to Drevis as the ghost whispered in his ear, he turned on his heels. "I must attend to a child. Please, go off." He said shortly, before padding away towards his den.
As he entered the den, he could see quite the rowdy young thing - Yet odd. He was cloaked in red, with wings. The King cleared his throat, a small yelp coming from the child as he turned around to face him. "And who might you be?" He asked, the child showed no fear of him. Surprising for a child who had been caught out in someones lands without remorse or a parent. ”I don't have one.” The child spoke with a strange stare. "Where are your parents?" The King questioned, his brow raising at the whelp. "I don't have any! Just me and my brothers and my sisters . . . But I don't know where they went." He said, his eyes looking to the floor. "I see . . . Well, you have trespassed onto my kingdom. To pardon you, I wish to claim you as my child. From this day forward you will be Balerion. You will grow to be my son, a warrior, and a Dane." The child smiled at the King, wagging his tail.
"PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE." Brother of Bastian & Bones |
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