[center][h2][color=6F6B84]Höd  Ultair[/color][/h2][/center][center][sub]Douching it up in the city!
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Dark looming clouds gave way to a crack of light as the sun began to rise in the Eastern most parts of Drakka. The giant beast pushed out the moonlight as it rose higher and higher into the sky, until finally it claimed its rightful throne high atop Vivari. Light cascaded upon  Moknasthul, kissing every corner of the world. It was almost as if it shone the brightest on Železna Kri, celebrating a successful Reaping from the eve before. 

The city itself was celebrating the ceremony as well, with hundreds and hundreds of vendors and shops lining the cobblestone streets. The merchants that were displaying their wares were not the regular bunch that normally set up their shops. These men had travelled tirelessly for days with the best of their best to flaunt in the Capital, knowing all too well the day after the Ceremony would make them a pretty penny as the Drakkan impulsively spent their gold on any ware that caught their eye. It was the perfect time to be a merchant.

Quick footsteps belonging to average sized Drakkan surveyed the city. In the manner that they moved, it was clear they were looking for something, or [i]someone[/i]. It had been less than 24 hours, and already the city was whispering about the return of The Berserker. Most Drakkan were nervous, scared even (though a Drakkan would likely never admit that), but there were those who wanted to lay claim to the bounty attached to The Berserker’s title. And even those who were [i]stupid[/i] enough to pursue it. The Drakken who were searching for The Berserker were doing so based on nothing more than rumours of what he looked like; unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Höd, he often stood out with his massive size and deep violet eyes. The bounty hunters would not deter him though, if anything, it provoked him into the open.

Höd casually walked through the streets, his eyes wandering to the vendors that lined them. He wasn’t interested in the wares that the Drakken were selling, he simply was looking for something to do while he lost his thoughts to the events of the night before. Sneaking into the Ceremony was a calculated move, one done out of pure intelligence, but his brilliance was thwarted by the ignorant white haired pretty boy. Instinctually a scoff released from Höd’s chest; to any onlooker he was scoffing at the merchant’s goods in distaste when really it had nothing to do with them. The brute had never faired well when his strategic planning had been kiboshed and it always resulted in someone dying because of it. Höd was quick to think on his feet and when he had a goal in mind, he achieved it no matter the cost. In last night’s case, the cost was a girly looking Drakkan. A lavish grin appeared on the Berserker's face, he could still feel the warmth of the Drakkan’s blood spilling over his bare hands.

The Ceremony night wasn’t all bad, not only did he have the chance to satisfy his blood lust, he also stumbled across a [i]rarity[/i]. Höd’s memory flashed back to Morganna as she smiled at him exiting the hall after watching him deliver penance to the pathetic creature. He was impressed with the woman just by speaking to her, but watching her take pleasure in his murderous act (even in the smallest form of a smile) left him hungry for more. Morganna had intrigued him enough that he wanted to [i]have[/i] her. His eyes were now set on a prize that he was determined to win. How he would win it though was unknown to him.

Höd was snapped out of his thoughts when a Drakkan smaller than him had bumped into him. A word of caution, erring on the side of threat, spat from the Drakkan’s mouth as he told Höd to “watch it.” Although the Drakkan commoner had not walked into him with enough force to knock him off his feet, he was now annoyed. Höd latched onto the sides of each of the Drakkan’s arms, his massive hands gripping into the Drakkan’s flesh. Höd was much taller than this Drakkan, though that was something he was used to. He amounted the [i]smaller[/i] Drakkan to being direct results from cross-breeding with the weak Gemmenite race. For all Höd was concerned, he had enough evidence; all half-breeds he came in contact with were much [i]smaller[/i] or [i]weaker[/i] than his pure-blood self. The Berserker leered over the Drakkan, who was now yelling at the face of danger in opposition to what was being done. Höd’s deep purple eyes looked down upon the man; he would’ve let the poor soul go if he hadn’t had opened his big mouth.

[color=6F6B84]”Now, now. That is no way to [i]speak[/i] to the Berserker, now is it?"[/color] Höd exclaimed with a calm breath, his grip growing tighter and tighter against the Drakkan’s arms.

[b]”B..b...berserker!?[/b] The now fearful Drakkan questioned with a shaky voice. 

The way the weakling looked up at him in fear reminded him of the Drakkan he had come across following his monumental introduction at the Ceremony. Slaughtering the pretty boy amongst the crowd had quenched his thirst temporarily, but he had to leave behind his bride knowing all too well that the Royal Family would have pursued him further if he had taken her. But what he yearned for was a woman’s body; more importantly, the pleasure that he could forcefully take from it. When he came across a wandering fool and his bride in the night filled streets of Železna Kri, he couldn’t resist any further. It was almost too perfect. The way the Gem looked up at him, her eyes not daring to look at the mangled body on the street behind him as they shook with fear, reminded him of the same look this pathetic Drakkan was giving him. 

Höd’s devilish grin returned, excited from the horrific face displayed on the Drakkan in his grasp. [color=6F6B84]”Today is your unlucky day, my friend. If I am feeling particularly generous, I might let you live. At least long enough to feel each drop of blood leave your tiny little body.”[/color]

[b]”His unlucky day?”[/b] A voice sounded behind Höd. [b]”I think you have it all wrong, [i]Berserker[/i]. Today is YOUR unlucky day, friend.”[/b].

Höd’s iris wandered to the outermost corner of his eye, attempting to see who the voice belonged to. There were a few sets of feet to his right. His eyes moved to the other side. There were a few more sets of feet to his left. Höd snickered and released the Drakkan in his grasp, who made no point in waiting and hurriedly scampered away. The brute turned his body three quarters, not paying any respect to the group who had approached him to face them completely. His eyes fell on the Drakkan in the center; clearly the ringleader of this unfortunate group of imbeciles. There were five of them. Five of them to have [i]fun[/i] with. Hod’s grin returned. It lingered on his lips for a few brief seconds before a low chuckle began to pour out of his chest, eventually erupting into full entertained laughter.

[b]”What do you think you’re laughing at, ape! We outnumber you, fool. Are you too stupid to see that you’re going to die here!? I, Mazus, will claim the bounty on your head!”[/b] The ringleader spat, his voice steady with confidence.

The laughter subsided, replaced with a harshly serious expression. Höd’s eyes now fixed on the Drakkan in the center, [color=6F6B84]”I’m laughing at the fact that you truly believe you’ll be able to kill me. Five men is all you brought for a Drakkan titled the Berserker, a title gained by slaughtering the masses who stood against him. Did you not take one moment to think of the stories about [i]me?[/i]”[/color]

[color=6F6B84]”It’s alright though, what’s another five to add to my tally.”[/color] His voice carried with a slight comical tone. [color=6F6B84]”And don’t worry, I won’t even use my [i]own[/i] weapon. You know, to give you even just some kind of a fighting chance”[/color]

Mazus ground his teeth together in frustration at Höd’s cockyness. The Drakkan’s fists clenched together as Höd continued to mock them. Mazus would not let the Berserker get away with it. He would claim the bounty on Höd’s head. [b]”You heard him boys, he isn’t going to use a weapon. It’s time the Berserker died!”[/b]

All five men lurched toward Höd simultaneously… 

[hider=Summary]The sun is shining!
Höd reminisces about murder and babes.
Some jackass knocks into him ruining his day dream. 
Höd goes aggro.
Group of Drakken want to take the bounty on his head!
Höd is a douche, laughs and mocks them.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?
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