Doesn't know when to stop

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(( http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=viking+denmark#/d2tkkuj
he's wearing this minus the cape xDD))

Bjorn was napping contently at the base of a tree. After all he was only human and getting up at dawn, training all day, eating and then going to bed at fixed times grew extremely boring and since he always trained to breaking point, very tiring. There was nothing else here that appealed to him, he had friends (kinda) back home or at least people who he could feast with but here....nah. The place was so alien, the viking came from a place so barren and so cold that the warm weather and the diverse and welcoming colours scared...no wait....annoyed him.

He was snoozing at the base of a rather thin tree as far as tree's are concerned, not thin enough to hug (>3) but thin enough to hack through with a couple of decent chops of the axe that was strapped to his belt, feeling rather lonely without its twin. Also bored was the tree's nymph who was eager for mischief to make his day a little more interesting and when a human came to rest at his lifetree he couldn't help feel the tricks start to form in his mind. The little green skinned teen clambered down the tree and eyed the axe at the mans belt, nimble fingers undoing the leather straps and then attempting to take the axe back to the branches. The dryad had underestimated the axes weight and hardly got it to budge so he went for the necklace that hung around the blonde's neck. It was shaped like a hammer and had a small amber segment in the middle. When the mischievous dryad slipped the necklace off he saw a thin pale line around the sleeping vikings showing that he must hardly take the necklace off, it must be important to him somehow. The tree teen ignored that, put the soft leather cord with the heavy metal symbol around his neck and climbed back up of lounge in the branches waiting for the man to awake.

When Bjorn did awake he noticed immediately that his necklace was gone. The familiar weight vanishing was enough to bring him straight out of his lucid dreaming and the first place he looked was around and then up...where he saw a smug dryad laying comfortably along a branch, grinning stupidly at him with his necklace hanging round its scrawny neck. The teen giggled and fingered the symbol and Bjorn looked at the creature with a smile of his own...it didn't even qualify for wicked...it qualified for deathly. Now one should note Bjorn doesn't negotiate or give chances very often and he most certainly doesn't with anyone infesting these greek grounds. So he picked up his axe and started to hack at the bark, making the teen scream.

"NO STOP IT! DON'T! STOP IT!!!"

The viking kept hacking away, splinters flying away and the lips curled into an even more evil, gleeful smirk. He enjoyed those screams of pain oh so very much.

"STOOOOOOOP!!!!" The dryad screamed in agony as his lifetree screamed as well at the mans vicious chops, he just realized he messed with a man that was clearly unhinged and dangerous. "I'LL GIVE IT BACK!!!" he threw the necklace back down and even though Bjorn acknowledged it he kept swinging, the axe biting deep into the bark until he cut far enough to make the tree fall, along with the nymph teen that was crying in pain. The screams and the sound of the falling tree could be heard even at the edge of the forest. The dane inspected the necklace looking actually worried about its condition before putting it lovingly around he neck again and went to look for the dryad....killing his tree wouldn't be enough...until he had that creatures head or heart he wouldn't be satisfied.

((SOMEBODDDEEEEE STOP HIMMMMM!! XDDDD Being away for so long...its messin' wi ma braaaain man


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((What a wonderful sense of style Bjorn has XD
Oh mai...))

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Eri had just finished a rather lengthy training session and had wandered into the forest hoping to meet one of the many nymphs that were said to inhabit it. They were said to have a knack for mischief and trouble-making ... and she did looove trouble-making.

Her long glaive, Susceptor Vitae, was draped across her shoulders as she walked along, carefully avoiding stepping on the flowers and tree roots, when she heard an ear-splitting scream.

She hesitated a moment before rushing towards the sound, her brother had told her to stay out of trouble, and she was certain she would be getting in trouble for this, but she couldn't just leave whoever was out there to whatever end.

As she stumbled into the clearing, it didn't take her long to surmise what had happened.

"Du schon wieder?! Gerade was zum Teufel glaubst du da tust?!?!" she spat out in rapid German, stabbing her glaive into the ground and summoning her somewhat inferior earth magic skills to try and mend the tree, creating a wall of earth around the trunk to hold it up as she attempted to heal it. Her red eye continued to watch the Dane as she worked.

"Du hast Glück, es war mir wer du bist und nicht einen Mentor gefunden. Sie möchte wahrscheinlich eingesperrt oder hingerichtet werden für diese, wenn jemand herausgefunden." she said glaring at him as the tree began to mend together, trying to ignore the Nymphs woeful, pained sobs. If only Oni were here, she thought, cringing as she heard the tree groan and crack as she pulled the pieces back together. He's so much better at this...




((Oh nooooes TAT Poor little nymph... sorry couldn't resist... Eri need her brains beat out some more... maybe she'll finally learn to keep her mouth shut >3> he he he I'll blame this on my fever... yes, that will do XD Btw. Bjorn in that outfit = HAWT))

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Bjorn bared his teeth and growled at the girl with feral anger, ignoring her attempts to heal the tree or talk to him. His mind was set on killing the dryad and all he had to do was find the little rat under all the foliage. The viking moved broken branches and as he knelt to lift a large clumb of leaves he saw the terrified teen cowering under a bush, unable to move away from his tree. Bjorn brought his face close to the nymph's with a cruel evil smile and ice cold eyes, before grabbing a fistful of the boys scruffy hair and dragging him out from under the bush, to throw him to the floor. Upon closer inspection the green teen was bruised and was bleeding purple from lacerations on his body, he squirmed and shuddered, attempting to crawl away with pain and sorrow clouding his eyes.
"Du ser dejlig malet sort og blå" The dane purred as he unsheathed a large hunting knife and straddled the nymph. "Wo soll ich setzen das Messer zuerst?" he purred again deliberately in a language the girl could understand and he placed the knife over different area's, the stomach, the heart, the neck, the lungs and everytime he placed the knife somewhere new he inquired 'here?' sounding creepily innocent while asking. The dryad continued squirming and tested Bjorn's patience "Bleiben Sie, was Ihr mir schwindelig" he sung in a lilting german accent and with no remorse, moved forward to straddle the teen's chest, put a knee on his scrawny arm and bent it agonizingley slowly until he heard a satisfying snap and scream.

((He tries his best to be well dressed while he kills people xDD))

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(( D: OHMISH*TSTICKS ))

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Wo soll ich setzen das Messer zuerst?

"Du Bastard!!!!" She yelled, leaving the tree, which could now at least support its own weight with the help of the barrier of earth she had created around it.

Wincing as the Dryad's screams echoed agonizingly through the trees; Eri raced forward, grabbing her glaive as she went. With an unearthly shriek of rage, she sent a wall of earth at the Dane, knocking him off of the little dryad and onto his back.

She took a running leap, landing right on the giant's broad chest, ramming one of her sharp heels into his side and jabbing the eighteen inch curved blade under his chin until a trickle of blood appeared. Thank God I wore pants today... she thought to herself. The feat would not have been easy in her usual long dresses and corsets.

With rage written all over her features, she sneered down at the Dane "Gib mir Vorwand, und ich schwöre, ich werde deine hübsche blonde Kopf abreißen Ihrer überdimensionierten Schultern."

((O3o.. Bjorn be scarin meh Ooooh Eri.... Don't you know better than to get without a 100 foot radius of that beautiful monster =3=.. My new chara's gonna die T3T))

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Bjorn was surprised by the strange girls ferocity...well more amused than surprised. He giggled childishly as she insulted him in german and pressed her blade to the soft skin under his chin. Looking at her cooly with no hint of the anger that was boiling inside. Quickly than people would have thought possible for him, he moved his arms out from under the girls legs, gripped her hips and used his strength to roll them both backwards, so he was on top and she had her back to the dirt. He saw the threatening weapon still and lowered his head to lick his own blood off the blade. "Ich würde dich töten, aber du siehst ziemlich hübsch wenn Sie wütend sind" h purred dangerously again, maintaining eye contact with the girl.

((This is what happens when I have flu!!!!!))

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Eri yelped in surprised as he shoved her onto her back, still keeping the blade of her glaive between them and attempting to wriggle out from under him.

Ich würde dich töten, aber du siehst ziemlich hübsch wenn Sie wütend sind

Though usually capable of masking her emotions -all those except anger that is- Eri blushed a bright red at his words. Normally, she would have been flattered to be called pretty at all, but being complimented by a man who seemed to make a habit out of threatening her with death rather unnerved her.

Still a brilliant red, she glared up at him, gripping the staff of the glaive as he licked the blade. "Ist das wahr? Und hier habe ich dachte, Sie kümmerten sich nicht um uns "Englisch" Damen. "Feiglinge" und "Hunden"Ich glaube, waren die Begriffe, die Sie für uns eingesetzt." she sneered, keeping her face as far from his as she could and shoving the blade up under his chin once more.


((pffffffff Really? Well what a coincidence!! I'm sick with a fever or 101+ Fahrenheit and a sore throat. I might sketch Eri's "boy" outfit that she's wearing sometime today >w>. She is a rather ferocious thing isn't she? XD Make her angrier Bjorn XDDDDD Here's what she's wearing btw http://elnamis.deviantart.com/#/d3bc248))

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The vikings face went impassive, cyan eyes glazed with a unnerving blankness and ran a hand down her throat, thinking whether or not to tear it out. He lowered his head hesitantly, as if curious, and sniffed her skin, inhaling the smell of blood and gun powder as if trying to separate a smell from the others. But when the girl started to squirm again, his eyes flashed with a snarl that rumbled his chest. Even though his face was strangly calm, his eyes told a real story of violence if she continued to annoy him. After grazing his nails down her left wrist, he moved is hand to her cheek and then to her hair where he threaded his fingers through the strands gently before bunching it in his hands tightly pulling her head to the side so he gained full access to her throat. The strangest thing was he was being silent, apart from a few warning growls and he gave hardly any signal of the bloodlust that was tearing him up inside, ripping him to tatters internally. The only thing that betrayed him was that even though his face was impassive those eyes held nothing but violence....

((Dude my characters areee creeeeeping me outtt!!!!~~))

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((*shivers*))

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Eri stiffened as the Dane's face went blank, staring at her with those burning eyes, his hand running down her throat. How on earth could such a pretty pair of eyes hold nothing but death, pain, and suffering? What's more, how on earth had she failed to notice them before? She shuddered as he sniffed at her.

"W-was sind Sie-" she broke off abruptly, as he dragged his nails down her left wrist, which was supporting the weight of the blade under his chin. Hissing in pain, she pulled her hand away, the heavy blade falling useless next to her as her right arm could not bear the full weight at such a strange angle.

She was just about to utter a violent and rather profane exclamation, when she was stopped by a completely unexpected act. He was touching her face. She gulped as his hand moved to stroke her hair, yelping as he suddenly pulled her head to the side.

Completely abandoning the glaive, she brought her right hand back and punched him in the jaw, clamping her hands around as much of his neck as she could.

"Nicht bewegen oder, so helfen Sie mir, ich werde dein Leben richtig Drain aus dir" she gasped, glaring at him. The odd angle of her neck was making it difficult to breathe, but she put all of her strength into maintaining her hold on his neck.

She knew it wasn't a good idea to try to drain him... She had never used her unwanted ability on a human before, and simply draining a few flowers had put her over her limits before. But she had used up a lot of magic healing the tree and training before she came here... and she was tired. She was running out of options quickly, and the Dane seemed determined to kill or maim her. She stared up at him with a look of steely determination, daring him to move.

((duuude... he's creeping Eri out too XD Not gonna lie... he's creeping me out a bit too *runs off screaming... to draw him XDDD* Have fun Ellie XD))

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"Zeche?" he inquired innocently but when he got punched in the jaw he made a childish face that looked as if he was about to burst out into tears, his eyes squinted hard and his mouth in a pout. But when his eyes snapped open to discover hands around his neck he didn't even give the victorian a growl of pain, surprise or anger, Instead he moved his free hand to her right wrist to grip it delicately, squeezing the wristbones teasingly before moving his head to nuzzle into her hands, making playful nips and bites at Eri's palms and digits with a cheshire smile on his face. It was as if it was all a big game...just toying with her to get reactions. He merely inhaled deeply once again, as if the thing he smelt under the blood, gun powder and dust was a type of drug. A final inhale and he tilted his head before turning her face to his. A moment where their eyes locked and the Viking looked at Eri strangely...something other than his common emotions flickering behind the ice. He looked as if he was going to lean in and kiss her but instead he curled his arm under and around her head and yanked her neck once again to the side. Something about him softened, apparently he had been pretty pissed she had been struggling but now seemed to be calmer with the access to her throat. She would feel false gentleness as he ran fingers through her hair, seemingly entranced by the shine of it despite the dirt and random foliage that mattered it. Hopefully she knew she would be extremely foolish to struggle in this apparent calmness but she would could feel the threat lingering just beneath the surface. Feel death lingering under that hand…if he chose to he would smash her head in with that dangerous hand and all would be finished for her. Be something was stopping him....

"meine ziemlich kleine dame ... du würde mir nicht schaden würden Sie?" he muttered distractedly with a almost innocent feel to the question.

((don't hurt me, my friend made me do it! xD))

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((>.> *lurks* oh mai.. I ship this.))

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Eri simply stared at the giant at a complete loss for words as he pouted at her. Her hands jerked in surprise as he played with them, but she could not break free of his grasp.

She bit her tongue to keep from squeaking in surprise as he turner her face towards his once again; those eyes filling her vision again. They're different somehow she thought to herself, trying to push herself as far from his face as she could but they still look "B-bitte ... Ansch-AUGH!"

She let out a cry of shock as he pulled her head aside once more, one of her hands grasping at his as if trying to detach it from its place under her neck. She gulped, breathing rapidly in her panic, her other hand hovering uncertainly between them as if afraid he might suddenly attack.

"meine ziemlich kleine dame ... du würde mir nicht schaden würden Sie?

"D-Dann geben Sie nicht mir einen Grund." she managed to choke out through her constricted airway. "Sie würgte mich, du dreckiger, blonde Wilden.." she gasped, still holding herself as far from him as she could.
((pffffff oh dear XD This should be interesting XD Do whatever you ant Ellie... er... within reason XDDDDDDD))

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