Vendragar and Zenrir

August 12, 2020

Vendragar of the Darnos in

“Vendragar and Zenrir”

Vendragar enters a forest clearing, axe raised. The sun was starting to set, an orange glow filtered through the leaves of the surrounding trees. He had heard rumor of ferocious beast roaming these parts of the woods, attacking merchants and travelers, heading out to see these rumors for himself. His usual cheerful disposition was not on display as he spots the remains of a horse-drawn cart, along with bloodstains. He steps closer, lowering his axe and kneeling before the wreckage, examining it closer.

“Claw of sabretooth…”

Vendragar grimaces as an unpleasant thought enters his mind. He stands… and then is knocked to the ground by a large, ferocious-looking sabretooth tiger, roaring spit into Vendragar’s face as he attempts to push back the beast using the handle of his axe.

“Zenrir! Cowardly traitor! Come face Vendragar like true Barbarian! Vendragar doesn’t have need to play with oversized cat!”

Vendragar’s response is angry, the confirmation of his thought providing him with enough adrenaline to shake the sabretooth free. The sabretooth growls, clawing into the ground, ready to lunge at Vendragar again, Vendragar has his axe ready… only to be grabbed from behind by a meaty, dirt coated hand, covering his mouth. Zenrir presses himself close to Vendragar. His stature and muscles were almost as big as Vendragar’s own. His state of dress just as minimal. Several scars adorning his chest, stubble on his face, and a short haircut. He grins, bringing a knife to Vendragar’s neck as he sniffs.

“Your scent. It is just as I recall. How wonderful it is to see you again, Vendragar, even after all these years.”

Zenrir presses his crotch close to Vendragar’s ass as he lowers his knife. Vendragar pushes himself away from his fellow Barbarian, glaring at him as he firmly grips his axe.

“Vendragar made point very clear. Vendragar never want to see you again. You betrayed clan. Sided with men after land. You are not worthy of being barbarian!”.

“Perhaps so. Yet I still live, and our brothers and sisters do not. Does that not mean I deserve that title more than them?”

Vendragar practically roars at Zenrir.

“Zenrir! You are a monster! Vendragar will slay you and honor clan!”

Vendragar starts to charge at Zenrir… only to be pounced on by the sabretooth once again. Zenrir motions with his fingers to the sabretooth, keeping Vendragar pinned down as he desperately tries to escape.

“Our clan would not survive for much longer regardless, don’t act like you didn’t know that. How many other clans are out there? How many have you seen on your travels? None. Nothing is left. Our clan was one of the last. I am simply adapting to this new world. Perhaps you should do the same. It would be nice to lay with you once more.”

Vendragar spits at Zenrir.

“You speak lies! We are not alone! You mock me with your vile suggestion!”

Zenrir smirks, motioning to his sabretooth once again, causing it to let Vendragar go, and rush over to his side. He mounts it, gazing down at Vendragar, coated in mud.

“I grow bored of this conversation. But it is nice to see you’re still alive. I’m afraid the next time we meet, I may not be so merciful. Farewell, Vendragar, last of the Darnos.”

Zenrir mounts his sabertooth. — Zenrir mounts his sabertooth pet.

Zenrir kicks the side of his sabretooth, as the two of them charge off into the darkness of the woods. Vendragar slowly stands, gazing at his axe, a frown upon his face.

“Vendragar will not allow Zenrir to cause more suffering.”

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