Could you do some fluffy gunmar and angor rot?
( Fluff what is this fluff you speak of? Only pain XD. But yeah I’ll try
It was strange, humiliating even to bow before Gunmar.
Angor served only Morgana, the Pale Lady, the Eldritch Queen and even then that was not by choice. Yet here he was bowing before the powerful Warlord. Bowing before the so called King of trolls. What a mockery. He huffed annoyed puffing out his chest as he kneeled but he found the humor in the situation as his golden eye trailed over Gunmars hulking form. The brute was huge and yet they both served the same queen. Neither of them had true power when under her spell.
Morgana was tiny compared to either of them and if it came to a physical fight she would fall. But Morgana’s strength came not from her body but her intellect and her magic. She was not to be underestimated but neither should Angor. Finally he stood staring Morgana’s so called “partner” in the eyes. Gunmar was a handsome troll, he could woo anyone he chose. Had it not been for his warmongering trolls would be fighting left and right for his hand in courting. Angor chuckled darkly shaking his head at such unnecessary thoughts.
“Slave.“ Gunmar chuffs in Angors direction not looking at him as the deadly assassin stalked his soon to be prey. Morgana would grew tired of this so called partner, this self proclaimed “King” and when that time would come Angor would kill him. He would avenge his people and all those that had lost their life’s to this brute.
“I am no slave.“ He sneers back. Gunmar chuckles and accepts Angors defiance challenge. They both stare at each other. The game for dominance was on.
