Bruynzeel
*ー* SHEW *ー*
Bruynzeel sighs deeply his shoulders slump as he realizes the loss of life he has to perform. He gives it one more chance but changes tactic. He shows his true size, even fluffing up his fur to appear even larger he deepens his voice and booms. "You are a fool young one, I have given you more chances at life than you deserve. Come at me and you will be dead before you think it. I hope you have made peace with what life you have had, with any family you are about to leave behind."
The nord finally starts to look unsure, the lights finally dawning in his dim brain. He seems to understand his mistake. He backs away a step and then he gets really stupid. Bruynzeel can see his animal brain mess with him, tell him if he back away now he is not a man. He tenses and his body moves forward, as he takes the first step Bruynzeel roars. An earthshaking deep and sonorous roar. The fear in the nords eyes takes over from the spark of pride and he turns finally joining his companions in flight from the battle.
Bruynzeel relieved to not have to take their lives sighs deeply and relaxes. Turning toward Klaern he smiles, chuckles and remarks. "Fools, and prideful humans, always so slow in their quick little lives to know any real wisdom." He walks back over retrieves his guitar, his paw brushing her hand, the electric spark invigorating.
He picks up his pack settles it on his back, readjusts all his gear and puts his katana back in its ironwood walking stick scabbard. "Well young one, we ready to get back on the road?"
The nord finally starts to look unsure, the lights finally dawning in his dim brain. He seems to understand his mistake. He backs away a step and then he gets really stupid. Bruynzeel can see his animal brain mess with him, tell him if he back away now he is not a man. He tenses and his body moves forward, as he takes the first step Bruynzeel roars. An earthshaking deep and sonorous roar. The fear in the nords eyes takes over from the spark of pride and he turns finally joining his companions in flight from the battle.
Bruynzeel relieved to not have to take their lives sighs deeply and relaxes. Turning toward Klaern he smiles, chuckles and remarks. "Fools, and prideful humans, always so slow in their quick little lives to know any real wisdom." He walks back over retrieves his guitar, his paw brushing her hand, the electric spark invigorating.
He picks up his pack settles it on his back, readjusts all his gear and puts his katana back in its ironwood walking stick scabbard. "Well young one, we ready to get back on the road?"