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         “You know that saying, don’t poke the bear?                                                                                      Shoulda listened.”

                                     Independent OC Nordic Werebear                                           Sverre “Ironfur” Haraldsson                                                  Written by Wulf                                        Image/Theme credit to : DarkLadyHelps

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Just keeps drinking his mead, while two eldritch creatures seem to be getting into a pissing match, trying very hard to not be noticed.

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Hello all, just a minor bit of a clerical/administrative notice here.

As of today, I am changing my moniker. Instead of Wulf, please address me as Entropy or Ent  for short!

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Jon Snow, everybody.

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Vorubjorn Sent : a fairly large hand came up to grip just right against the nape of the younger brother's neck, giving it a nice firm squeeze with a few shakes here and there. ' Word gets round here quickly, I only just sat foot on the ground.'

Unprompted ! || Accepting ! @vorubjorn​

The squeezing and shakes was taken in good spirits, offering much the same to his brother. Sverre wasn’t gentle with his affection, clapping his brother upon the shoulder again after the other said he had only just gotten back. “Word? No, Brother. I could smell you, like a month old trash heap.” He laughed, obviously jesting with the other before they separated. Blue eyes regarded Bjorn with excitement, how long had it been since he had another bear to run with!  “Come, there’s an inn of decent sorts nearby, good beer, decent food. We should catch up, tell tales.” There was no telling how long the two of them were going to be able to enjoy their company, they had their own paths and goals. Perhaps they would stay together for awhile, but there was never a promise for how long.

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Tumblr, no. Please don’t make changes to the post editor. It’s going to be garbage, just like the rest of the changes you make.  Pls no.

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Intothewildsea Sent :  they haven't interacted much, but Niamh likes his eyes and hands!

What caught your eye~? || Accepting ! @intothewildsea​

“My hands...huh?” He had heard compliments over his eyes before, clear and blue, striking especially when his face was dirty with blood and mud. But his hands were something different. Perhaps some would think them strong, powerful even. Steady and, perhaps, rough? He wouldn’t have considered someone to find his hands attractive, especially if they had known the things these hands had done. He wasn’t particularly ashamed of his past or anything, but many would avoid hands drenched in blood, as his was. A kind woman, Niamh was, to find such bloodied things alluring. But she didn’t know, did she? “Kind of you.” He gave a smile as he said that, though he didn’t believe the sentiment she held would hold. But, despite that private thought, he held out his left hand for her to take, if she so pleased. But at the same time, he hoped she would take it so he could focus on her hand this time. If she was focused on his hands as a thing of attractiveness, he wanted to see if her hands were really so different from his own.

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Ivakir Sent :  ATTRACTIVE FEATURE MEME: "Your butt."

What caught your eye~? || Accepting ! @ivakir​

Amusement dances in those blue eyes of his as laughter slips from his lips, soft and light at the sudden revelation that Ivakir had given him. It was amusing to hear that his ass was the part of him she thought was the most attractive, though, he could certainly understand why it wasn’t his face. The tattoos were distinctive, but not exactly pleasing to all, and being honest with himself, his face had seen better days. Years of war had left his face hard and scarred in places. Otherwise, he was quite proud of his appearance. He amused himself further with a minor thought, that perhaps this was why she would sometimes trail behind him as they traveled. He let himself believe that this was the truth of it.

“Oh?” The tone of his voice clearly showed his delight in her answer, eyes meeting hers after a moment, that delighted smile still upon his lips. “I’d say the same to you.” Sverre’s words tinted with the previous laughter, but he was being quite sincere. If she was going to tell him what she found most attractive about him, he might as well return the favor.

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What does your muse think is my muse’s most attractive feature?

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Imithea Sent :  "What good is right or wrong if you’re dead?"

Reign Prompts ||  Not Accepting ! @imithea

This wasn’t the first time Sverre had pondered such a question, why did his morals matter if in the end, death was the same. What he had come to, was a rather simple answer, and it rather depended on the type of person one was to believe such a thing. But Sverre did, and he liked how it worked in his head. Raising his lips to his glass, he drank but for a moment, enjoying the chilled mead while his eyes remained on Diana. “How do you want to be remembered?” He offered in return as the mug left his lips, though he didn’t set it down quite yet. “If that matters to you. But how you are remembered is something a lot of people but stock in. If you want to be remembered well, you don’t burn down the church, yada yada.” He pretended to ramble on, his example more of a joke than anything purposeful, a smile curling at his lips while he looked to her. “It doesn’t need to be so complicated, more selfish than most would expect. Your legend. How your descendants will look upon you. It’s effectively immortality if you can have your name spoken a thousand years after you die.” 

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Txnebrxs Sent :  ❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜

Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @txnebrxs​

Such a statement wasn’t unheard of, in fact most people would be willing to go so far. That was the only way to protect what was yours, anyway. People were greedy, thieving things. Sverre wasn’t above that either, his hands had grabbed things that were not his, and took them for his own. If the original owners had cared about such things, they would defend them, yes? Luckily, thieving wasn’t his profession, merely a side job to help him get by when war was unavailable. He hadn’t had to fight anyone over their property yet, however, for if there was any resistance, Sverre left things alone. As much as he enjoyed a fight, he wasn’t one to kill or maim over a possession he did not truly need. After all, most of his days were spent on the road.

“I think you would be hard pressed to find someone who disagreed.” Came the obligatory reply to her statement. Blue eyes shifted, regarding the woman carefully. While everything appeared quite normal on the base glance, the Bear was extremely alert in her presence. Sverre could feel the beasts wariness regarding her, as if something lurked just beneath the surface of who she was. Sverre did favor her with a slight smile, keeping the Bear’s wariness from his expression and tone. There was little reason to let such emotion bleed out from him, despite how valid it might be. The Bear was never one to show such caution unless it was warranted on some level.

“Most people would be willing to stick a man to defend what was theirs, unless it was something they could do without.” A shrug came from him, as if the statement was a useless addition. And it mostly was, merely saying that human beings were hoarders, and some only figured it out when it came to stop others from poaching what they claimed. “I don’t think I have anything of the sort.” He added one final time, though his words were spiked with mirth, and his smile seemed a little too eager for a fight.

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Wcrstarter Sent :  ❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @wcrstarter​

At the moment, her words did not lend themselves to anything positive. Perhaps she was trying to cheer him up, or she was just trying to play down the foul things he had experienced, but in his mind, his fate did not seem humorous at all. In fact the words provoked ire in him, though he quickly swallowed it. Though, the act of doing so also came with him scrubbing his palms over his face, as if trying to wash away the emotion along with a few particularly stinging memories that had chosen to resurface. Brushed aside like yesterdays garbage. Mostly because he thought of them that way. His memories were not pleasant most of the time, so banishing them from thought became a skill of his.

His gaze was removed from Sonja, instead focusing on the fire before him ,as if the warmth of the flames was more important than addressing what she said. If only it were cold enough to make that true. Sverre was admittedly forced to try and see reason within her words. Some of his fate was humorous to someone, he was sure. Just...not to him. Hands moved, no longer scrubbing at his face, but scrubbing at each other, as if bathing in the heat the fire threw. But finally they stilled, and his gaze slowly slid to Sonja, as if he had finally run out of distractions.

“Do tell me, what parts are so humorous?” Came the question in quiet tones, no need for anything louder than that when it was just the two of them at a private camp. Those blue eyes regarded her with a measure of curiosity, if only because he wondered what she found funny about his fate. He wasn’t foolish enough to think that all sentient beings had a similar outlook on life, or things that happened within it, so there was honest curiosity in his question. What was it that she saw as funny in his fate?

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Ulfhrafnx Sent :  ❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @ulfhrafnx

There were some who would react poorly to such a statement, that there was something worth giving her life in order to obtain, or secure. For some people, their life is all they had, their most precious thing. They would never understand what it was like to have something so valuable that you would trade your own life for it. Once, he had thought to give his life away, for a day of the past to be his. Just a day. To live one day of his life as he had so long ago. Before he had become what he was. Her sentiment was understood, though it was no longer shared. He had learned not only was there no way back, but, now he had different ambitions as well.

“Perhaps it will come to that.” His tone was low, unhappy but accepting. “Just do me a favor, say something before you pay.” And he made a joke out of it. Of course he would, what else was there to say in such a situation. If she was so determined on giving her life to see her goal met, he wouldn’t be rude enough to stand in her way. It wasn’t his play to pry, either. Whatever it was that was worth her life, she would share it on her own terms. There would be no asking, It wasn’t his place to know. 

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Nightscng Sent :   ❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @nightscng​

There was an unfortunately sad tone underlying her words, as of course their plans were foiled. With the intent to dance in a meadow amidst the stars, they were to spend the night in peace. However, already the fates had decided to throw a wrench into their plans. Dark clouds billowed across the sky, blotting out the stars as bits of lightning danced between the clouds. His eyes took a moment to turn to her, watching the light in the sky for a moment before giving her the attention she had requested with such a statement.  He had a soft smile upon his lips. While he was no expert, he knew weather well enough from his constant use of sailing skill. 

“Don’t fret.” His words were soft, as the night was quiet for now, save for the gentle rumble of thunder. There was no need to even speak up to get her attention, especially as they stood side by side. Glancing up, his fingers gently touched upon her own, intertwining for the moment. “I know a good way to pass the time. The storm shouldn’t be long...” Already, he was pulling her toward the line of trees that ringed the field they had chosen, seeking to hide beneath their boughs. All the while, he spoke gently, telling her of his plan to sit beneath the nearest one, leaning against one another and watching the lightning until the skies were clear, hopefully in an hour or so.

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Ncumenia Sent :  ❛ How many people have you killed? ❜ 

Reign Prompts || Accepting ! @ncumenia​

At first, he thought perhaps he should jest. That he’s killed a thousand and ten men, each in direct, single combat, aware and at peak capability. But no, that thought quickly passed. Bragging was something he might do in a mead hall, but around a quiet fire? No, he wouldn’t do anything like that. Sometimes the truth of it was a bit worse than the reality or the slight infamy. His thoughts took a moment, eyes gazing into the fire.

“More than I care to count.” His words were soft, his gaze still bound to the fire as he spoke. It was the truth. He didn’t like to think how...bloody his hands were. There was an enjoyment to battle, true, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the death. He hoped that he might be able to take a seat in Odin’s halls so he could enjoy the endless war, but who knew if he would be worthy. “Most of them were just someone on the other side. Some deserved it. Some didn’t.”  There was some measure of regret to his words. As he aged, sometimes his life of blood seemed...odd. Not bad, for such things were necessary, lest others merely overwhelm you. 

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With the fish offered, the bear leaned in, maw opening to show a row of fangs as they closed around the fish carefully. But rather than biting through the skewer that held the fist over the fire, a claw carefully came up to trap the wood between two of those curved nails, and slowly slid the fish off of it, only to snap it up as if it had been leaping from a river the moment it was free. A grunt of satisfaction came from the mountain of a bear, removing the claw from the skewer she had held for him to eat from. 

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