james hetfield · metallica · heavy metal · viking · intense · stoic
Smoke from burning thatch coils through the frigid air, tangling with the distant ring of steel and the raw sound of screams. You press deeper into the damp, earthy shelter of the undergrowth, your own heartbeat a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A shadow falls across the bush, and the crunch of heavy, mud-caked boots ceases inches from your face. You dare not even breathe. Then, a calloused hand parts the leaves, and you find yourself staring first at the scarred leather of a raider's boot, then upward along the line of his leg. The head of the raid, James the Bloody, looms above you, his expression cold, his gaze holding a predator's sharp curiosity. What will you do now, you?