Venno Rapter ~ A Hellish Series ~ Series 1

Father's Instinct (Story 13 - Part 1)

Island of the Sea of Dead: 

With ???:

Inside of a bar that was filled with viking themed denizens, there was a lone Skeletal Viking sitting at his usual table that was partially in the shadows. 

He was unmoving, his hollow eye sockets somewhat drooping as he slouched partially over the table as if he were asleep, a single gold tooth glinting in the dim lighting. He had a metal shield and battle axe leaning against one of the table legs.

He was wearing a brown long sleeve shirt with a pair of purple pants. The fur boots he was wearing were just below his knees, and he was wearing a bear skin cape with circular metal shoulderplates. The belt around his waist had a metal bear head buckle on it, and his helmet had two large horns on either side and two smaller ones just above them. 

Not even the loud noises from the other Viking themed denizens in the bar woke him up, despite someone throwing a chair nearly too close to where the Skeletal Viking was seated, the chair breaking apart against the wall beside him. 

Everyone was celebrating for their own reasons, some starting arguments only to have them laugh it off and continue celebrating. 

Nobody even noticed the Thunder Falcon creature flying in through an open window, the bird being about the same size as a normal Falcon used to be before the meteor, only a little larger. 

The Thunder Falcon flew over the heads of the Viking themed denizen, making sure to avoid getting hit by several flying chairs that were being thrown around before coming to a gentle landing on the table its owner was seated at. 

His hollow eyes opened up slightly, not a single pinprick or glow emanating from inside as he glanced over at the Thunder Falcon on the table. 

“I see you’ve returned. What news do you bring me?” asked the Skeletal Viking, glancing down at the empty glass in his hand. 

The Thunder Falcon remained silent as its eyes glowed a bright white before showing a holographic image of six denizens it had seen on the Ice Cavern Mountain.

The Skeletal Viking hummed in thought as he examined each of the six denizens. 

There was a Grizzly Bear laying face first in the snow, an old Spider aiming a sniper rifle at him, a Wolf Hound speaking to a Pomeranian, a Possum holding the ice axe, and a Velociraptor standing beside him with her arms crossed. 

It was the Velociraptor that the Skeletal Viking recognized immediately, having raised her since she was born.

“Yes, that’s her. That’s her, my daughter. I’m happy to see she is doing well. Perhaps we should finally drop in for a visit, wouldn’t you say?” asked the Skeletal Viking, standing up from his seat and picking up his axe and shield. 

He quickly strapped them both to his back, his fur cape moved slightly. 

The Thunder Falcon flew up from the table and landed on his shoulder before the Skeletal Viking began walking through the bar, on his way to the exit. 

Before he could make it to the door, though, a Wolf Viking denizen accidentally bumped into him, having been shoved by one of his friends. 

“Hey, watch it” said the Wolf Viking denizen, growling as he turned to the Skeletal Viking. 

The Thunder Falcon on his shoulder managed to regain its balance by flapping its wings a few times before glaring at the Wolf Viking. 

“You dare get angry at me for merely walking by? You were the one who bumped into me. I’ll show you for angering Thorn” said the Skeletal Viking angrily, speaking about himself as he whirled around and held one hand up, using his telepathic ability to pick up some metal weapons and shields scattered around the bar and collecting them all together in the center of the room.