The Rocky Bits, Saturday morning
Skaar had gotten through the semester. That was the deal he made with Rogers and Cage, and then they would take it from there. But at the end of his months here, Skaar was positive that this wasn't where he was supposed to be. The Savage Land was his home now. He would wait until after the senior graduation to return so he could make his attempt as official as possible. He tried. He splort.
Splort? Was that a tentacle that pierced his back?
Skaar reached back and pulled the tentacle out through sheer strength, not minding if that ripped a nasty hole in his back. It would heal. He swung whatever had attacked him forward, over his head, smashing it into some rocks, then again, and then threw it down to the ground so he could draw his sword and finish the job.
But that was the moment he saw what exactly it was that had stabbed him. Skaar knew of the Brood. Brood hybrids lived on Sakaar. No-Name was one of his father's Warbound. They conquered through spreading their seed. "RRRRAAAARRRRRGH," Skaar growled as he chopped the head off.
Great. Now he was pregnant. High school was the worst.
[OOC: Open, if anyone is out by the Rocky Bits.]
Splort? Was that a tentacle that pierced his back?
Skaar reached back and pulled the tentacle out through sheer strength, not minding if that ripped a nasty hole in his back. It would heal. He swung whatever had attacked him forward, over his head, smashing it into some rocks, then again, and then threw it down to the ground so he could draw his sword and finish the job.
But that was the moment he saw what exactly it was that had stabbed him. Skaar knew of the Brood. Brood hybrids lived on Sakaar. No-Name was one of his father's Warbound. They conquered through spreading their seed. "RRRRAAAARRRRRGH," Skaar growled as he chopped the head off.
Great. Now he was pregnant. High school was the worst.
[OOC: Open, if anyone is out by the Rocky Bits.]