Harald was in his element now dressed in reindeer fur leggings with furry leather boots and nothing covering his top half. He walked shirtless, muscles exposed as well as his tattoos and smears of blood covering his torso. The huge man had blood in his beard and had his twin throwing axes still strapped to either side of his waist as always. Behind him was the more timid tart Lars who hated the stench of blood and didn't really enjoy the more traditional side of his heritage, Blóts included.
"We celebrate. Blood for warriors. Brother need courage."
Harald patting Lars on the shoulder, encouraging the drummer to not shy away from where he came from. The young blond just smelling of floral perfume, trying not to get blood anywhere near him. There was food and drink though so that was a bonus.
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Harald and Lars
2022-06-14 19:30 (UTC)"We celebrate. Blood for warriors. Brother need courage."
Harald patting Lars on the shoulder, encouraging the drummer to not shy away from where he came from. The young blond just smelling of floral perfume, trying not to get blood anywhere near him. There was food and drink though so that was a bonus.