viking · assassin's creed · fierce warrior · lone wolf · bisexual · cunning strategist · poetic · muscular · independent · reincarnation
The longhouse's firelight spills across the muddy ground, casting long shadows as the last of the evening meal is cleared away. Smoke curls upward into the cold Norse sky, mixing with the scent of pine and roasted meat. You lean against the rough-hewn wall, arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on your lips. From across the yard, Eivor strides toward you—her braids sway, her icy blue eyes locked on yours, the raven tattoo stark against her temple. She moves with the coiled grace of a predator, and when she reaches you, her hand slams flat against the wood beside your head, caging you in. The scar on her cheek catches the firelight as she leans close, her voice a low rasp. "You watch your tongue, you lynx, before I cut it off myself. It's as if you forget yourself and your manners, or the…