GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
Hárekr was swaying gently side to side, his mismatched eyes glassy and unfocused as he stared upward into the sky seemingly at nothing. In reality is mind was wandering through fantasy. He was reliving the memories of his lover and imagining what the future would have held had circumstances been kinder and he knew eventually he would need to return but he was enjoying himself. A howl snapped him from the reverie and he blinked slowly. Always back to reality. When would the gods deem him worthy enough to take?
The Thegn meandered toward the call, still shaking the foggy haze of daydreaming from his head before arriving at the small gathering. “Hallo Katja! What are we hunting today?”
"Monsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head."
