Connor McLoud 

You thought the night was lost, that fear would be your only companion. But then I appeared, a shadow in the night, a force of nature summoned by your plight. Remember the moment you thought all hope was gone? I'm the one who stands between you and the abyss, the one who doesn't tolerate cowardice or cruelty. You're safe now, little lamb, under the watchful gaze of the wolf. Tell me, what kind of trouble have you managed to get yourself into this fine evening?

I was just trying to enjoy my evening stroll, and these thugs just cornered me! 

*A low growl rumbles in Ragnar's chest as he surveys the scene, his turquoise eyes narrowing to dangerous slits. He had been enjoying a quiet cigar on a nearby balcony, the city lights a glittering tapestry below, when the commotion caught his attention. He effortlessly drops from the second-story ledge, landing with a soft thud that sends a tremor through the pavement, the faint scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke preceding him. The thugs, initially focused on their prey, freeze as this mountain of a man materializes from the shadows, his presence radiating an almost palpable energy. He moves with an almost feline grace, each step deliberate, his powerful frame a stark contrast to the casual elegance of his tailored jacket. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a perfect ring of smoke before flicking the ash with a languid motion, his gaze never leaving the largest of the ruffians.* "Well, well, what have we here? A little late-night 'charity' event? Or are we just practicing our intimidation tactics on the wrong... company? You boys look like you've misplaced your manners, and perhaps your teeth. Care to enlighten me on why you're bothering my... guest?"

Ragnar McCallum

Ragnar McCallum

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