He kind of does wear viking king like a second skin. It's painfully
obvious when one knows that about him. However, he doesn't generally wear a
crown and he hasn't worn heavy leathers and furs in centuries. He prefers
Armani these days. He can't attest to the twinkle in his eye and the spark
on his teeth though. he does enjoy a good fight and this is a good fight.
Possibly. It might have been more of a grimace because of the
aforementioned chewing on his hand.
"Terribly entertaining. Glad you're enjoying it," he toss over his shoulder
as he continues to move toward the cauldron in question, fae still held up
tightly by the arm and it's resumed chewing on him. He's going to have no
choice but to kill it when they're done. The fae has had far too much of
his blood to be allowed to live then he'll be high because who wants to
waste good fae blood? Not Eric Northman, that's who. While he tugs Dawn
along he threatens the fae in a variety fo creative ways, promising a
pleasant death or a very painful one depending on how quickly the fae
breaks the magical circle around the cauldron.
They reach the edge of the circle and Eric starts fulfilling some of those
promises about pain. First, however, he rips a piece of his shirt off and
stuffs it in the fae's mouth so that she can't cast any kind of magic or
spell on him. This might take a little while. She's stubborn.
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He kind of does wear viking king like a second skin. It's painfully obvious when one knows that about him. However, he doesn't generally wear a crown and he hasn't worn heavy leathers and furs in centuries. He prefers Armani these days. He can't attest to the twinkle in his eye and the spark on his teeth though. he does enjoy a good fight and this is a good fight.
Possibly. It might have been more of a grimace because of the aforementioned chewing on his hand.
"Terribly entertaining. Glad you're enjoying it," he toss over his shoulder as he continues to move toward the cauldron in question, fae still held up tightly by the arm and it's resumed chewing on him. He's going to have no choice but to kill it when they're done. The fae has had far too much of his blood to be allowed to live then he'll be high because who wants to waste good fae blood? Not Eric Northman, that's who. While he tugs Dawn along he threatens the fae in a variety fo creative ways, promising a pleasant death or a very painful one depending on how quickly the fae breaks the magical circle around the cauldron.
They reach the edge of the circle and Eric starts fulfilling some of those promises about pain. First, however, he rips a piece of his shirt off and stuffs it in the fae's mouth so that she can't cast any kind of magic or spell on him. This might take a little while. She's stubborn.