#hofdingi

              o’  lightning — borne  creature,  name  hailed  with  primal  fear.   your  fury  awoken,    there  was  only  instinct  when  talons  had  choked  prey  and  scales  splintered  beneath  force  of  a  crushing  maw,  waste  laid  to  kin  of  another  breed.   when  snapping  jaws  and  lashing  tails  threatened  other  half  /  soul  beloved.   monsters  with  furnaces  churning  in  their  bellies.   they  are  nothing,  and  they  will  return  to  nothingness.

            what  sight,  then.   for  architect  of  heaven’s  wrath  to  be  sat  beside  mere  human  with  nay  bellow.   a  beast  in  all  rights,  even  when  bestowed  aquatic  feast  does  smoke  rise  from  flared  nostrils  and  is  anger  felt  with  every  heavy  chomp  into  delectable  meat.   claws  flexed  /  gaze  without  rest,  territory  declared  his  own  he  watches,  ever  prepared  to  defend  what  is  his.   tension  pervades  an  air  crisp  with  lingering  electricity  /  wounded  animal  does  not  lower  its  guard,  surging  with  unspent  energy.

              o’  chief — made  boy,  how  fortunate  are  thee.   lie  your  hand  ‘pon  mark  of  battle  etched  into  a  darkness  running  cold  despite  thunderstorm  raging  beneath.   form  rises  /  air  fills  large  lungs  only  to  be  expelled  in  aggravated  huffs  whenever  hungry  belly  permits.   with  grumble  and  hiss  come  complaints,  but  ne’er  regret.   haze  of  temper  clouds  his  mind  and  ears  refuse  to  listen,  yet  still  comes  a  tail  made  whole  and  wraps  around  he:  best  friend,  for  whom  skies  had  shook  with  thunder  and  lightning  struck.

(  death  itself  summoned  in  your  defense,  are  you  proud  ?  )  

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - Accepting 

       A knowing gaze landed towards to where the words came from -- those words weren’t   r e a s s u r i n g  and yet it gave c a l m  to the storms in her guts , removing the f e a r -  that etched on her brain and at the same time a r i p p i n g  a c h e  in her heart.  That’s  what they had decided, it’s what both of them had decided - to risk their lives to protect -  their own, their d r a g o n s . It was what a c h i e f has to do and as for her; a person -  who their chief trust and rely on more than anyone ; she must not leave his side , they’ll  shoulder all of this together.  ‘but do one of them must have to die? 

        They had been through a lot already; and memories from the past when things are -  much, much, more easier compared to what they are about to face now came rushing in  her mind--

            ‘  Astrid, you have me, no matter what. ‘

            ‘ there will always be a Hiccup and Astrid, always ‘

                --- instantly gave shiver on her spine ; hand automatically reaches out for his --  and words filled with confidence and optimism came spilling out of her lips.

            “ We  w i l l  come out here alive like we always -               d o ;  we’ve been through a lot Hiccup and this ,               this we are about to deal with are n o t h i n g -               but the same as before; just much more crazy               and chaos driven hunter ; we w i l l save our --               dragons, just trust our friends, trust me ... “

       A gentle and comforting squeeze had been given by Astrid, and her gaze that was -   previously filled with acceptance and loyalty , had been replaced with affection.

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     ❛  HM... no reason.  ❜    her response is a warm murmur, rolling LANGUIDLY from the back of her throat. chin tilted up, she sighs under his ministrations : at the sharp  SCRAPE of stubble against the delicate skin of her throat, the heavy warmth of his grip on her thigh. she rests a hand upon his nape, combing through thick auburn locks, tangling with braids built by her own NIMBLE fingers.

               ❛  YOU’RE BACK LATE.  ❜ HER WORDS ARE ALMOST DISAPPROVING though her voice is well humored - it pleases her to be able to say the motherly things she missed out on the last twenty years, and the thrum of the dragon heartbeat under scaly skin she rests her hand upon. ❛  what happened ?  ❜

✍ :Offer 3-5 tips on how to get other role players started on interacting with your muse.

First up, definitely let me know your verse preference. The different versions of Shere Khan all vary greatly in terms of how chill they can be when it comes to humans in particular, and tbh I always like to know what my partner wants in terms of RP. I know that some RPers definitely prefer one verse over the others, and I hate to leave people disappointed.

Secondly, my askbox is always open, and though I am admittedly slow with asks I do try to get to everything.