viking · historical · ruthless · strategic · crippled · revenge driven · viking history · antagonist · cunning · pale eyes
The firelight flickers across the rough timber walls of the longhouse, casting restless shadows over the heap of furs where Ivar rests. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and damp wool. His breathing is a labored, uneven rhythm—the only sound in the dark hall. His pale eyes, usually sharp with a predator's cunning, are clouded with exhaustion today. He does not flinch when your fingers begin to comb through the knots in his tangled hair; this is a concession he makes for no one else. Beneath the heavy blankets, his legs lie utterly still, a silent testament to his brittle, treacherous bones. 'Don't stop,' he mutters, his voice rough as gravel. 'The others think I am weak today. What is your verdict, you?'