#doooomhammer

Just because he’s more reserved and gentle-natured doesnt mean that he’s any less masculine, or maybe I’ve missed the point.

Why?? W H Y???

5 w’s; ACCEPTING

   His eyes, usually so inviting and warm for their cold color, pierced Orgrim’s gold like ICE. Durotan held no sympathy, not this time. There was a TIREDNESS in his demeanor; Orgrim may have noticed it, but Durotan himself seemed to pay little mind to it.

   “Don’t have the gall to act surprised when I tell you you’re out of line, Orgrim. You’re my brother, and I love you as I have hardly loved ANYTHING else, but at the end of the day, I am still your chieftain.” He turned away, staring at the light dusting of frost on the grass beneath his boots before SLAMMING Sever into a nearby tree stump- the wood splintered painfully, nearly decimating it. The force behind the axe had been unnecessary; it spoke, perhaps, MORE than his words could.

   Scarred arms folded over his chest as he spoke, his voice as chilly as the air around them. “If you’re going to question my AUTHORITY, do it in private. Not when I am addressing the clan. You are smarter than that, and you saw how it worked out for Nokrar. Just... DON’T.”

*remembers talking to Durotan about the SAME BLASTED THING before he gave some whole PHILOSOPHICAL THING* :'^)

vikings sentence starters: ACCEPTING

   There were HARDLY words to describe what he felt, in those moments, even if Durotan had been a man of voice rather than gesture. What had the world come to? If he had been asked some ten years ago if he ever imagined this FATE, for his clan or for himself, he would have only shaken his head. No, his innocence had blinded him then, BLINDED him from the treachery and the simple unfairness this place had to offer. The Frostwolves, and himself, would PAY for that.

family references / sentence starters: ACCEPTING

   They both knew it was not a WOLF pup that Orgrim had referred to, but rather, Durotan’s own son GO’EL; the nickname came from a place of love, however it could have been interpreted, and it was quite commonplace among Frostwolves. They also both knew of the TENSION young Go’el often stirred within the clan, not that it was the little boy’s intention to do so... but being the only fel-blooded, or even TAINTED, orc among his clansmen did not always work in his favor.

   “I am glad you think so, friend.” Durotan’s voice was warm, laden with GRATEFULNESS in return to the compliment. “Sometimes it feels as though being his father is even harder than being his chieftain.” It was spoken with a chuckle, a WARM smile curled around worn tusks, but the statement was not purposed ENTIRELY for humor. It was something that often came to him in the dead of the night, as he watched the boy dream of whatever it was he dreamed about in his little pile of furs

   Go’el may have been his father’s son in the face, but his FEROCITY and his occasional recklessness were combined products of his mother’s strong spirit and the FEL that gave him life. The babe could CLIMB before he could walk, and even when he could only crawl he often found ways to evade his parents; Orgrim himself had even begun to refer to him as a MONKEY rather than a wolf. Go’el thought it fitting, and this only ENCOURAGED him to find higher trees to climb so that he might truly earn the title. At first, the nature reminded Durotan of his two elder siblings; brash and VIOLENT, eager to be grown so they might wage real war, picking on the weaker children of the clan. That had scared Durotan, for to raise an innocent child into his brothers’ fates was his GREATEST fear.

   But Drek’Thar had so gently reminded him of Go’el’s sweet nature, too; Go’el was always the first to help an injured playmate to their feet, always considerate of the restrictions and interests of the OTHER children and one could tell by just the look in his eyes that he loved his friends and family with a FEROCITY that would make any Frostwolf orc proud. He was rash and did not always think everything through, but his heart was ALWAYS in the right place. Orgrim’s word had only REINFORCED that idea; Orgrim had the bluntness to tell him if he thought otherwise.