Styr Asvardsson

If you want to know me, talk. It’s a lot more interesting than me busting my balls trying to write something clever while you sit there scratching yours reading it. Speak, or be forgotten.

The collar is ready. The leash waits. To earn them is not given, but won—through surrender and devotion. I am Styr Asvardsson of Torvaldsland, Jarl by right of steel and sea. My command is iron, my collar absolute. Obedience will be demanded, discipline enforced, yet in surrender, you may find the strength and shelter of my hand.