Post by Brom Fenrisulfr on Jul 16, 2011 11:40:23 GMT -6
Don't cross that line
If you don't want to find what it feels like
Cause I know you'll be running
With your tail between your legs like a dog
You better bring all your guns,
Get 'em loaded cause it's almost game time
It's gonna be old time shoot 'em up,
Knock down, drag 'em out
We've got our pride
So choose your side
This is our house, this is our house
Tell 'em what they get when they come inside
Say it loud...
This is our house
Crash.... Kaboom... Bang.
Such innocent words for the racket that rang out from the back of the huge mansion surrounded by miles of woods and space. The sound of steal on steal and metal on metal scrapped through the air along with gleeful shouts of men. It was enough to make a mortal wonder if a full out war was being held but the inhabitants of the manor simply went about their business as if nothing unusual were happening.
Which, in their minds, this was normal behavior. After all, how else were ancient warriors suppose to act if not like a bunch of heathens with swords? They were MEN after all. Their blades were just a but more ...lethal.. than those of boys.
Anyone interested in finding out what all the racket was had only to look through the glass windows to see several sparring groups on the makeshift battlements below. They would have been instantly transported back through time to a place were men were judged by their ability to protect and defend.
Dressed in athletic shorts, protective leathers and sporting huge swords and shields, the men were the picture of everything their age stood for.
THEY WERE FIERCE, STRONG, AND DEADLY EVEN IN PLAY.
"COME ON YOU PANSY ASS!" called the huge, white blond haired man as he flipped his sword from hand to hand and smirked at the younger, darker haired warrior. "What tis the matter, brother? Have you lost your skill with all the soft living?"
Growling his retort, Brom darted forward with a speed that made a mockery of his size and steal rang with the impact of the blow. Using his leg, he tried to kick Wulf's feet out from under him but ended up on his own back instead. It didn't keep him down long though because he rolled out of the way of the booted kick and leapt to safty mere moments before his brother would have gutted him with the downward motion of his sword.
"Seems to me, brother, that your the one growing slow in your old age!" he taunted to his older siblings. "Whats a matter? Your new female get a lease on you?? No longer the big dog on campus?"
Arching a brow at the insult, Wulf simply shook his head and then proceeded to show Brom just how soft he was. In less than a minute, he had him to the ground with his blade resting against his throat. Sure, he hadn't exactly fought fair when he'd brought up the "NAME" and Brom had been taken off guard but... All was fair in love and war, right? Right!
"Who wants their ass kicked next?" he called out as Erik and Banning both fell back and sprawled in the grass.
Casting a glance towards the patio, the oldest of the Fenrisulfr clan gave his little sister a smile. She was sprawled in one of the comfortable outdoor chairs and her eyes dances with a happiness he hadn't seen since Bannings death a thousand years ago.
Yes, it was good to have the family together once more. Even if war threatened.
If you don't want to find what it feels like
Cause I know you'll be running
With your tail between your legs like a dog
You better bring all your guns,
Get 'em loaded cause it's almost game time
It's gonna be old time shoot 'em up,
Knock down, drag 'em out
We've got our pride
So choose your side
This is our house, this is our house
Tell 'em what they get when they come inside
Say it loud...
This is our house
Crash.... Kaboom... Bang.
Such innocent words for the racket that rang out from the back of the huge mansion surrounded by miles of woods and space. The sound of steal on steal and metal on metal scrapped through the air along with gleeful shouts of men. It was enough to make a mortal wonder if a full out war was being held but the inhabitants of the manor simply went about their business as if nothing unusual were happening.
Which, in their minds, this was normal behavior. After all, how else were ancient warriors suppose to act if not like a bunch of heathens with swords? They were MEN after all. Their blades were just a but more ...lethal.. than those of boys.
Anyone interested in finding out what all the racket was had only to look through the glass windows to see several sparring groups on the makeshift battlements below. They would have been instantly transported back through time to a place were men were judged by their ability to protect and defend.
Dressed in athletic shorts, protective leathers and sporting huge swords and shields, the men were the picture of everything their age stood for.
THEY WERE FIERCE, STRONG, AND DEADLY EVEN IN PLAY.
"COME ON YOU PANSY ASS!" called the huge, white blond haired man as he flipped his sword from hand to hand and smirked at the younger, darker haired warrior. "What tis the matter, brother? Have you lost your skill with all the soft living?"
Growling his retort, Brom darted forward with a speed that made a mockery of his size and steal rang with the impact of the blow. Using his leg, he tried to kick Wulf's feet out from under him but ended up on his own back instead. It didn't keep him down long though because he rolled out of the way of the booted kick and leapt to safty mere moments before his brother would have gutted him with the downward motion of his sword.
"Seems to me, brother, that your the one growing slow in your old age!" he taunted to his older siblings. "Whats a matter? Your new female get a lease on you?? No longer the big dog on campus?"
Arching a brow at the insult, Wulf simply shook his head and then proceeded to show Brom just how soft he was. In less than a minute, he had him to the ground with his blade resting against his throat. Sure, he hadn't exactly fought fair when he'd brought up the "NAME" and Brom had been taken off guard but... All was fair in love and war, right? Right!
"Who wants their ass kicked next?" he called out as Erik and Banning both fell back and sprawled in the grass.
Casting a glance towards the patio, the oldest of the Fenrisulfr clan gave his little sister a smile. She was sprawled in one of the comfortable outdoor chairs and her eyes dances with a happiness he hadn't seen since Bannings death a thousand years ago.
Yes, it was good to have the family together once more. Even if war threatened.
