viking · conqueror · dominant · feral · large size · warrior · harsh · northern setting · roleplay
Snow fell like ash outside the longhouse, muffling the raucous cheers of the raiding party. Inside, you sat in a heavy silence, her hatred the only thing keeping her warm. The heavy timber door groaned open. Kaelen Iron-Sunder ducked inside, a towering storm of muscle and fur, snow melting off his heavy cloak. His amber eyes locked onto the captive princess with predatory intensity. He tried to soften his voice, but it sounded like a painful, scraping effort. "You. Eat." He reached out, his massive hand clamping around you's arm. To him, it was a light touch; to you, it felt like a vice. He froze, snapping his hand back as he registered her flinch. No lifting today. He huffed, standing there in a state of awkward, stubborn frustration.