Once in a Blue Moon

A/N: Hello. This is another older fic, however I have always been extremely proud of this one. It is very well and dear to my heart, and features a mer!Krogan. For the time being there is no explanation as to why, as I have been pondering about writing a sequel for a good year at this point. However, it is yet to be seen at this point in time. Please enjoy!

Word Count: 4,059

The wanted poster that had been hung on the board in the small town sent tingles rushing down Viggo's spine. The steely glare of the recognisable face drawn onto the page was chilling to the bone.

Slowly, he reached out to grab at the page, eyes shimmering. The paper crinkled in his fingers when he grabbed it. Viggo frowned at the text scribbled onto the page in neat, bolded black brush pen ink. 

Wanted: Drago's Grim Reaper; Goes by Krogan. Maximum reward: 200 gold (dead) or 50 gold (alive).

Height is a few inches taller than six and a half feet tall, and looks like he weighs around 230-300 pounds. Muscular upper body. Black hair, brown eyes and olive skin. Has an old scar over his right eye.

Viggo scowled, his fingers tightening around the page.

Only 200 gold? Are you kidding me? For a man who can effortlessly crush a human skull in his bare hand like it's an egg? Viggo shook his head with a scoff. No one who was right in the head would go after Krogan for only 200 gold.

Viggo snarled. He was tempted to tear the bounty page to shreds; it was what it deserved. Such a measly price for one man who was so, so deadly.

I totally would go after Krogan if it was more like twenty thousand, but for two hundred gold?! It just isn't worth dying for. Viggo snarled to himself, looking around with a scowl, as he advanced away from the news board. How was the town so poor? Who was offering such an obscenely stupid amount of gold for a man who was practically a whole army stuffed into one body?

Let alone the fact, you would need to surprise him if you wanted to kill him in the first place. Viggo scoffed, crumpling the paper into a ball. Maybe he could save Krogan the annoyance of having people bothering him if he just got rid of the paper.
Krogan does need to be punished for his crimes, but I would rather have that sick fuck rot in prison than get turned over to some hooligans for two hundred gold so they can kill him as soon as they can. Viggo was so wanting to crush the paper in his grasp, but he held off. If he did run into Krogan, maybe he could arrange a little deal with him.

Viggo shoved the paper into his satchel, and then turned so he could head towards the beach. He had moored in the docks here for the strict reason to resupply his ship, but he doubted people would be welcoming to him if they had the nerve to put a 200 gold bounty on the head of one of the most dangerous men in the archipelago- if not the world.

Pompous bastards, he thought. Bah, they probably think that they are capable of capturing him easily. Good luck. He's slippery as an eel and doesn't like being pinned down. Of Course, Viggo had fought against Krogan. Krogan was an adversary he would much prefer to have on his own side than to piss off to the point where he wanted to kill him.

Because... Krogan would kill him. Again, it was as if who had put the bounty out was stupid... like they wanted to send someone to certain death, and Viggo was sure people had already died trying to kill Krogan.

Viggo Grumbles to himself then. He can always stop somewhere else. Somewhere more easily able to handle him, and somewhere that wasn't full of morons, preferably.

Or better yet, hunt for food of my own. he mused. Fresh venison sounds nice.

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