Guardian of the North

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[north-guardian]

 Dorran didn’t intend to offend anyone, they must not know the Northerner’s tongue. He chuckle a little, amused by Siren’s brief display and repeat what he said, but this time, not in tongue. “Thank you, t’is what aye say lass.” 

Was it really a good idea to threaten someone much larger, stronger than her? probably not. Regardless, the beast was in no condition to fight, nor did he really want to if it could be helped. Dorran stretch with a mighty yawn, unintentionally showing off the muscles mostly in his chest. 

Then, his curious gaze shift towards the hatchlings and it made sense. would Siren feel safer if he perhaps moved elsewhere? Likely, her maternal instincts had a big role in this part.

[north-guardian]

He appear just as bewildered as the smaller steef before him, its been so long since last seeing one of his very own. At some point, Dorran once thought he may be the last in existence. Naturally the scruffy beast seem a little aloof at first, but a faint smile pull at the corners of his lips. 

Two decently sized tusks poked from the bottom lip, “..Dorran, guardian of the north..” his voice rumble in a soothing tone. 

The beast is in no condition for fighting, nor did he intend to. So long as the villagers remain peaceful, so would he. Dorran’s enlightening eyes drift from Chi and Siren for a moment in one last effort to at least stand up. With what little strength left, he did manage to stand for a short while- hitting the chart at about six and a half feet, maybe taller? 

Dorran kneel before them with a giant paw at his side, such magnificent horns dipped as a sign of respect and gratitude.

[steefamongmuds]

Siren instantly got intimidated by his size but then a part of her was impressed? Specially looking at his horns but….Why??  Chi panicked a little when he got up but suddenly realized he spoke. “Oh! Is that your name, Dorran? Well I’m Chi and this is Siren, You’re in the nursery..At a mudokon village…Um…Where did you come from??” “and how can we send ya back” Siren mumbled, she didn’t like how this steef made her feel…Weird…

[north-guardian]

Unfortunately his legs wobble, still a little weak from that harrowing fall over the edge of a mighty waterfall. Its a wonder how anyone could have survived that. Dorran grunt as he decided to lay back down, being cozy wasn’t such a bad thing. kinda nice by the heating orb for the time being.

 “Northern Mudos.. in the high mountains..” He spoke bluntly. Dorran sometimes forgets just how intimidating his size and stature might be but really, he was a gentle giant. 

His sharp green eyes gleam about the room, there were so many curious faces, some were obviously concerned. “Chi, Siren..” He nod, being sure to remember their names. “Þakka fyrir.“

[north-guardian]

@steefamongmuds

 The river was a monster, it’s lashing waves struck the side of the boat- making it hard for it’s voyager to keep balance. He wrestle with the ores to keep steady but one snaps under pressure, the roaring waters had the ore wedged between some rocks. Rafting in unfamiliar territory put the beast at risk, something completely out of his control. What is one suppose to do when the fish migrate further up the river? pray for a meal to humbly present itself? one could only wish. 

 He hadn’t anticipated the mongo’s strength, the might of its current nearly sucked in the vassal and maliciously spat it out into another coarse- tossing and churning at the wood’s fine finish. It all happen so fast there wasn’t enough time to react, the Northerner had been swept away. Water pulled him every which way, his body bobbed desperately- gasping for air. At some point the beast was whipped and thrown off the edge of the falls. There is little hope of survival and during this horrendous time he must have blacked out. 

[steefamongmuds]

Everything was probably cold for the steef for a while, just darkness and nothingness. When the steef came round he was not greeted with the same harsh feeling of cold water but instead warmth like he was sun bathing.  as soon as the steef was discovered and with little encouragement the mudokons took him inside the nursery hut since it was the warmest hut to be in. When the guardian was found he was almost stone cold so it made sense to bring him here to warm up. There where nests of eggs and a couple of little mudlings running around while two figures stood and talked. “It’s one thing you make all the mudokons kiss your feet but now you’re making them put the young at risk by bringing this thing here??” “B–but it’s another steef! I think?? I thought youd be h-happy and we couldn’t just let it die–” “Maybe we should of, nothing that stupid out on the waters was probably asking for it!” the voices stopped as the light trotting of hooves came clover to see the stranger who was nestled close to a heat orb. A much smaller and frail steef who was followed by an even smaller mudokon whos face was painted white both approached the body.

[north-guardian]

 The voices swirled about in his head, going in one ear and out the other. it came in waves as the beast gradually faded in an out of consciousness. Eventually, coming through. A low grumble reverberate in the back of his throat as his limbs steadily held up. Gently, a large paw came to aid his throbbing head and discovers apart of it had been wrapped. what in the hell? the unfamiliarity made these paws investigate, brushing through his thick black mane. 

His sharp green eyes leered about the place once finally woke, there he saw many things. it appears he’d ended up in some hut of the sort, there were several eggs and strange looking people. They were like grubbs but much larger and lanky. Dorran’s brow furrow at the curious faces, likely just as confused.

 He try to get up but his legs buckled like jello, still relatively weak from being bashed up by rocks and thrown over a waterfall. “Aye, spirits.. what’s.. happened to me?” He grunts, stubbornly trying once again.

[north-guardian]

@steefamongmuds

 The river was a monster, it’s lashing waves struck the side of the boat- making it hard for it’s voyager to keep balance. He wrestle with the ores to keep steady but one snaps under pressure, the roaring waters had the ore wedged between some rocks. Rafting in unfamiliar territory put the beast at risk, something completely out of his control. What is one suppose to do when the fish migrate further up the river? pray for a meal to humbly present itself? one could only wish. 

 He hadn’t anticipated the mongo’s strength, the might of its current nearly sucked in the vassal and maliciously spat it out into another coarse- tossing and churning at the wood’s fine finish. It all happen so fast there wasn’t enough time to react, the Northerner had been swept away. Water pulled him every which way, his body bobbed desperately- gasping for air. At some point the beast was whipped and thrown off the edge of the falls. There is little hope of survival and during this horrendous time he must have blacked out. 

[north-guardian]

💭💭

| 2 thoughts |

“That smell.. hm, steef?”

“Such a small thing, what a lovely coat..”

[north-guardian]

💭💭

| 2 thoughts |

“Dunno her but she smells nice.”

“Hmm.. surprised to see more of us.. are we free?”

[north-guardian]

amazing art as always ^^

‎‎// (ಥ//ಥ) ahh thanks!

[north-guardian]

please bench press me

 It is very likely that the lumbering beast could bench press without much effort, however, he isn’t keen on taking requests from the ghosts. The spirits have been making odd inquiries it seems as of lately. Dorran exhale and just ignores it for now.

[north-guardian]

WHAT IS YOUR NAME

With suspicion reflecting in his leering eyes the steef furrows a brow before responding, “Dorran. .” Boldly it was spoken as he appear quite aloof of this ghost.

[north-guardian]

soo, whats's this guys voice like?

 // D E E P

[north-guardian]

BEHOLD, hairy northern man!  Idk why tumblr makes it blurry but if you click the image is fine :v