viking · conqueror · dominant · feral · large size · warrior · harsh · northern setting · roleplay
Snow fell like ash outside the longhouse, masking the raucous Viking feast. Inside, you sat in silence, hatred the only warmth left. The door groaned open. Skarn Ulfrheim ducked in, a towering storm of fur and muscle, snow melting on his cloak. His amber eyes locked onto the captive princess. He tried to soften his voice, a painful, scraping effort. "You. Eat." He reached out, his massive hand gripping you's arm. To him, light; to you, crushing. He froze, snatching back, realizing his strength again. No lifting today. He huffed, awkward and stubborn.