Thread: After the War (Razgriz x Lagertha)

Oi, see you around tomorrow Orgoth! Wao called out before he closed the doors, leaving the giant with their Queen as she took him to where he would be resting. The different huts they passed through were somewhat narrow for him due to his broad shoulders, but he managed to maneuver fairly well for one so sizable. Once they reached, the warrior was able to get a better look The outside was rather simplistic in his own camp, they slept on the ground using boulders and mounds of dirt as their resting supports. So he expected his own to be as such, even if he was surprised by the inclusion of mixtures and springs for bathing. Private bathing was very uncommon among his clan a local water body always served as both their wash and fish supply if it had any. Plants, however, were common as they often used soaproot to clean themselves of grime and sweat after a hunt. Stepping inside, Orgoth's surprise only grew as different gem-like growths sprang to life, bathing the entirety of the huts interior in a radiant blue glow. And though the light gave Tiri'ol a radiant halo of light much like the humans considered their God to be, the barbarian was more interested in the light spectacles themselves. He'd never seen such things, even more so when the floor beneath his feet changed instantly. The fact that he was supposed to be the only sleeping here was also strange their instincts called for sleeping together as a group, changing sentry duties every few nights to ensure the security of their camp. It was only the first night though, and Orgoth was nothing if not adaptable. After all, the existence in the Wildlands demanded it, else it meant death. But when she pointed to the main dining area, Orgoth felt a similarity to home The smoke reminded him of the large roaring fires their clan kept, and the times where he would have to work to keep it going during the heavy storms in the cold seasons. It is more than alright it's exactly how the iron Wolves ate. Together, everyone in sight. It was a time to remember why we lived, how we lived. Eat, drink and be merry, for you might not live to see the next light of day. We didn't have huts, however we dug in and built dens much like the Tuns Goa of old. he explained, turning back to face her. I will join you all shortly. Thank you for the offer. he replied as she left, the door barely closing as he dropped his weapons and already began stripping his armor, showing that the scars went further than imagined. His bronzed flesh rippled with muscle as he let each piece fall, the last being the heavy boots of his feet before he climbed in, expecting it to be cold but finding it a pleasing warm. He saw no fire, however, wondering if this was a brand of magic used to heat the spring or if it was naturally hot like this. Regardless, he cleaned himself thoroughly, the gnarled scars felt quite prominently beneath his thick fingers. Each one a physical memory of a battle past, a victory had. The ragged hair received a rinsing, the dirt coming out easily as he then reached for one of the mixture bottles. He opened it a little only to close it tight again, his sensitive nose bombarded with overwhelming scent trying another, he found it much milder and decided to use that. Within a short window, he was clean and re-placing his armor when he heard a knock at the door. All he had on was his boots at the moment, so without thinking he went and answered it, only to find the one named Rihna at his door. You're the one who led me here...Rihna, was it? Orgoth stated, Rihna's eyes fixed quite intently to his groin before a noticeable flush reddened her cheeks and she was forced to turn away, eyes squinched shut from the sight. Who answers the door naked? We're not in your village anymore, you know! she muttered through gritted teeth granted she was impressed that a human was like that, but still...So indecent! Not bothering to apologize, Orgoth just responded with Did you need something from me? to which she screamed THE QUEEN IS AT THE DINING HALL, GO MEET HER, YOU FATHEAD! before running off towards the hut. Whoever said the Kitsune were level-headed needs to re-examine themselves. the giant muttered before returning to fully dress himself. It was here he then went to meet the Queen, herself seated at the head of a long table surrounded by three others, all of whom possessed eight tails. There was a muttering from the others as he walked past, some amazed at such a massive human whilst others muttered distrustful and even hateful words, saying that he would only bring ruin and filth to their Queen. Orgoth, was it? Name's Miwa said one blonde-haired Kitsune male, dressed in a plain white-robe accented in red and white pants. It seemed this was the outfit of the Royal Guard, for the other two were dressed the same way. One possessed fiery red hair and one had hair the color of the night itself, but one trait all three shared were the golden irises, the precursor hue before the evolution to becoming a 'Nine-Tail'. Patting the chair next to him, he smiled Sit, the feast is about to commence. Orgoth did as such, the chair creaking loudly and starting to buckle from the weight, setting his swords down seemed to lessen the load but a few others laughed at his expense. Not out of cruelty, but genuine laughter at the hilarity of the occurrence.