A Northman Returns

[lawnmowerman 3040]

 

 

 

The ash trickled down the battered plate, a raspy exhale heard beneath the peculiar helmet, cold steam flowing through it's narrow slits. A robust figure, darting up at the height of 6'3 would trek throughout the war-torn landscape of Vanaheim, dragging it's longsword through the thick and shallow patches of snow and ash. It continued to amble down the beaten road, the capital of Oren, Felsen, seen in the distance.

The northern man would purse his lips within the helmet, before parting them open, letting a soothing whistle gliding through the area, his steed slowly approaching, the head of a griffin draped on a trophy hook that was attached to the saddle. He'd soon mount the stallion, the weathered sabatons slipping into the saddle's stirrups, gauntleted digits would take a hold of the reins, his arms lofting upwards before being brought down briefly after, the horse galloping down the highway.

 

 

 

 

Edited September 21, 2015 by The Ink Spot

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"What is dead may never die..." murmurs a dreary Marius as he sits beside the Luciensport watch-fire. 

[James 425]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.