It had occurred to me that perhaps this man who heroically saved me from a dried out draugr, may not be as heroic as I thought he may be; what if he is a threat?
But he did save me just now, so there's no way...
I was always told to be careful to lend your trust over to someone too quickly, and that would make sense, especially in this season, where everyone is doing whatever they can for survival.

The had erupted a raspy moan, getting back up to its weak ankles, eyeing a new target, ignoring me; if this man doesn't make it this fight, then I'd be the next victim of the draugr- which I thought they'd never reach this part of the area... I figured they'd be closer to where the lake of nine laid, the legendary tyr's temple, submerged underneath the gallons upon gallons of ice cold water.
This one may have wandered...

All I could do was stand back and watch as the tattooed man had to now defend himself from the vengeful draugr, standing his ground.
He was prepared for whatever the draugr had to throw at him, and showed no signs of fear.

The draugr didn't hesitate to lung at the man with its long blade, with a thick layer of rust, swinging it towards the mans shoulder, which the man lunged right back, unarmed with any weapons- how in all the nine realms was he supposed to take down such a foe??

My vision was slowly becoming a blur, and my head felt light as a feather. I had lost a lot of blood from my wounds, so I was about to pass out on the cold, damp dirt and leaves; maybe this is how I die, from blood loss. Stupid... I don't wanna go like that.
I'd rather die as a worthy hero in battle, where a Valkyrie, the chooser of the slain will escort me to Valhalla.
I won't imagine that'd happen, but hey, its nice to imagine...

The last thing I see with my (e/c) eyes is the draugr gliding its blade along the tattooed mans torso, yet the man didn't react to the cut. Odd... It was almost like he couldn't feel the impact; I sure did when the draugr got me good.

Next thing I knew it, my eyes had shut, and my head dropped to the ground, the loud ringing thatt echoed back and forth on my ears faded away as I lied there, motionless, cold, and in an excruciating pain

- - -

It was warm. Last I remembered, I was exposed to the bitter cold air of the autumn morning.
My eyes slowly opened awake, a loud ringing in my ear.
I was home, in my cabin. I recognized the protection runes I carved into my doorframe and window frames, inside and outside of the log cabin.

I had a nightmare again... It felt real, and I pray that I don't get another dream like it again; I was attacked by a creature, but died moment later after being miraculously saved by a tattooed man. Jeesh... Wouldn't that be funny if that really happened.

I tried to sit up from my bed, but from my back and my arm a painful sting interrupted me, causing me to hiss loudly in pain. I was quick to lie back down, but slowly so I wouldn't have to feel that dreadful sting again, and as soon as I lied down, I made sure I avoided lying ony back, or my bad arm.
I took a look at my arm, and I noticed it was heavily wrapped in bandages made up of cotton, and a large blood stain, where I must have been cut, and was bleeding out.

I began to question myself; was that really a dream? Was I really attacked and saved my a tattooed man?

I had many questions that I thought that I'd never get the answers to, though I'd one day like to find out who that man was if it turns out I really wasn't dreaming, and ask him why he saved me.
I remember a foggy memory of the man fighting the draugr before I fainted, and that the man didn't flinch, nor cringe at something somebody would normally react to, and at least shriek in pain, and fear that they were just cut opened by an ugly, rotten creature.

"You're awake, finally?"

A voice broke the silence from in my cabin, startling me. I jumped in surprise, which gave me that stinging pain once again where I mist have been cut.
I hissed once again, clenching my thin animal skin sheet, letting the throbbing pain die down.

My eyes slowly shifted to the corner of my room, and there I saw him; the tattooed man! So its true, I was attacked, and this very man that interrupted a draugr from ending my life was right there.

The man hummed, folding his arms over his well built chest, nodding his head. "I see that you are awake. I will leave you now; you are alive, and I need to get moving." He stated with a gruff tone of voice, turning his back from me, leaving for the door, and unintentionally showing off more of his blue tattoos.

Wait, no! He cannot leave yet, I have questions I want to ask him!
"W-wait, please don't go yet...!"

My pleas surely enough worked. The tattooed man stopped right in his tracks, turning his head over to face me, the fire from my fireplace, that me must have lit while I was out reflected off his pretty, bright blue eyes. He showed to me that he was listening, and was ready to answer any questions if I had any- which I do.

It didn't even occur to me til now that the wounds he had from the draugr was completely healed, leaving not even a scar.
What in Odin's name is he?
Perhaps he's a god?

I inhaled, biting down on my lower lip, before I finally asked the question that I have been wanting to ask. "Sir, why did you save me back there? Everyone from a mortal to all father know that draugr are dangerous, and weak mortals like me have a small chance of ever getting around them- so why risk your life for mine?"

The man listened carefully to every word I said, and he was quiet for a moment. In the midst of his short silence, the heavy breeze was whistling through the cracks of my cabin, and the crackling of the firewood from the fire burning the wood in the fireplace.

"There are many things in the nine realms I despise, and a pathetic draugr is one of them." He responded bluntly, not wanting to continue to talk to me, answering my silly and pointless questions, but rather get out of here as soon as possible.

No not yet! I want to ask him why he didn't react to the draugr slicing Hus side opened! I would ask how he was fully recovered from the battle, and I wasn't, but it seemed clear that he was a god, which I personally thought was kinda neat; I may have a god in my cabin right now, but who?

"I-i have one more question!" I announced right before his hand could meet with the exit, and leave my cabin, and to never be seen again.

The man stopped, letting his hand drop to his side, exhaling, expressing impatience. "Fine..."

Once I had his attention, I didn't waste a second to get to the question. "Back there, before I fainted, I couldn't help but notice that the draugr gave you a deep cut, on your shoulder and your side, yet unlike me, you kept fighting, and those wounds didn't seem to take any effect on you, what's up with that?"
Now that I've let the words spill from my mouth after letting my curiosity get the best of me, It hit me that this may be a dumb question...
Chances are, I am weak compared to the man, and I handle pain differently from he does.

Like before, the man didn't answer right away, but this time he seemed a little hesitant to answer such a question like mine.

He turned his body to face me, rather than looking over his shoulder, the warm light of the snapping fire illuminated his tall silhouette.

His lips parted, and he got to answering my question. "A witch cursed me; I am immune to any magic, and nothing can kill me. This curse took away my ability to feel any pain, or even the tempature of this room."
His answer was monotone, yet simple.

He is cursed?