Nors Midgard's Daytime Desc
Steady baron cadence rang
out trough context.Astute and barren, serene
and exigency. God of warfare began his search
for animosity and decimate. Steady puffs blew themselves from dilating nostrils, his teeth clemched as he pulled his
face into a determined
look, crest was hold up high and forward as he gallops over the shores of Norway, deep pedestals marks were left behind in the sands being washed away by the upcomming sea. Barbed tendrils of raven shivering back to fly behind the gently bobbing crania
as he soared, breaking from the momentary hiatus
with the force of an ox. Oh yes, this was
freedom, and this was his
chance to release all the pent-up energy from a restless night. It only came about once in an earth’s turn, and so, he’d not let it escape him. Nay, he was too quick for that. Scars and mutilations were brought upon his silhouette by Lord of Thunder, making him
the next behemoth ungulate of nightfall and storm. Wherever he came he brought lacerate and abborrence with him. Noble amazonial
war horse with murky physique embarks umbrage. Azure dreads raise from crown and viper waving by squall; verdany
chambers see future and past.
[Sa'Tanto] [Dame] [Sir] [Herd]
Nors Midgard's Night time Desc
Scattered thunder lights up umbrage
sphere for the intimidating Lord of amazonial decimate was arived.
Lord of warfare releached
his animosity and decimate.
Rumbling nadris rang
troughout realm, vengful and loathing,
as thick fog covers
the landscape. Deadly twisted gust of squall
charges residence. Once and awhile, he’d find such ironic respite in the energy-consuming task, that he’d merely
shut his eyes and trust his feet to guide him through the terrain, trust his instinct to maneuver him through the blindfolded course. He was headed nowhere, but he was
determined to get there as fast as he could, and with as much force as he could muster. If he met anyone along the way he
would not stop. Lord had no idea
how he’d come to attain his position. Perhaps someone was using him up there; he wasn’t quite sure. Unrestrained, and unfettered by human and societal hands alike. He wasn’t sure he
cared more than he had before, but if anything, he was vaguely amused, perhaps somewhat pacified by the fact. Vigorous
atramentous baron silhouette stands raised on hind shanks as crest as arched, copper armoury glitters when lightning strikes
beside him "For he is master
of storm and decay".
Indigo dreads sway trough
moist yonder,barbaric puffs are released from pierced breathers.Verdany chambers peek from underniets double helmet.
[Sa'Tanto] [Maternal] [Paternal] [Herd]
