Trespasser || Floki + Athelstan
Deep in the woods, he searched for the perfect tree. He needed four more planks of the finest wood for his latest creation. He moved from tree to tree, searching, touching, feeling. He loved these trees and they loved him, gave him a livelihood by giving him their lives. A few birds flew overhead and he glanced up, frowned. They shouldn't be moving that way. He headed the opposite way they were and realize he was headed out of the forest and towards the road that led to his home. There was a man on the road.
He stalked him for several moments, staying low in the bushes so the other wouldn't see him. A smile played at his lips as he snuck up behind the man. He planned on sending him running. "Gås kylling ku hund! Kjør som dyret du er," he growled as he jumped in front of the man. He would like wild to most, decked in a long woolen shirt with patched elbows and medieval style leather breeches, with his eyes blacked with liner, two streaks running down either side. The silly words were usually more than enough to send most people back to the safety of their own world, far from the devil worshipper and his dark woods.















