Pack your fists full of hate
03-27-2019, 06:20 PM
So this was where Valkyrie had chosen to go.
..interesting.
Perhaps he wouldn't have chosen to come here personally if he had any say in it, but he'd always known Valkyrie as a free woman who went wherever she pleased. Clearly she hadn't changed any since he'd seen her last. Though he was grateful to have reunited with his brothers, he'd yet to catch up with her - and Kvasir's vague ranting about raiding had definitely piqued his interest. It wasn't any surprise to him that she'd want to make a name for herself here too.
And what about him? All he really wanted to do was escape from this wretched curse. Not that he was even sure if such a thing was a possibility. It seemed to follow him and his brothers like a shadow - a dark cloud that chased them wherever they went, with no chance of escape. They'd been banished from their homelands under the guise of 'needing to appease the gods,' whatever that meant, though Halvar wondered if they'd simply wanted them gone for good, regardless of their excuse.
So went his perpetual torment, stuck somewhere between wanting to earn the favor of the gods that could reverse their curse on them and also partially wanting to live life to the fullest and embrace the damned fate of his lineage. Today though he wasn't thinking about such things. Instead, Halvar was intent on finding Valkyrie once and for all - as elusive as she could be, when she wanted to - and securing a place in her group. Unsure if Aesir or Kvasir had mentioned his arrival, he decided to take matters into his own paws.
By the time he reached the island he was sopping wet and not looking horribly impressed with himself. After a few firm, overly enthusiastic shakes he decided he was mildly presentable - and so with that he pressed on, slipping beneath the luscious foliage of the jungle trees in search of her.
..interesting.
Perhaps he wouldn't have chosen to come here personally if he had any say in it, but he'd always known Valkyrie as a free woman who went wherever she pleased. Clearly she hadn't changed any since he'd seen her last. Though he was grateful to have reunited with his brothers, he'd yet to catch up with her - and Kvasir's vague ranting about raiding had definitely piqued his interest. It wasn't any surprise to him that she'd want to make a name for herself here too.
And what about him? All he really wanted to do was escape from this wretched curse. Not that he was even sure if such a thing was a possibility. It seemed to follow him and his brothers like a shadow - a dark cloud that chased them wherever they went, with no chance of escape. They'd been banished from their homelands under the guise of 'needing to appease the gods,' whatever that meant, though Halvar wondered if they'd simply wanted them gone for good, regardless of their excuse.
So went his perpetual torment, stuck somewhere between wanting to earn the favor of the gods that could reverse their curse on them and also partially wanting to live life to the fullest and embrace the damned fate of his lineage. Today though he wasn't thinking about such things. Instead, Halvar was intent on finding Valkyrie once and for all - as elusive as she could be, when she wanted to - and securing a place in her group. Unsure if Aesir or Kvasir had mentioned his arrival, he decided to take matters into his own paws.
By the time he reached the island he was sopping wet and not looking horribly impressed with himself. After a few firm, overly enthusiastic shakes he decided he was mildly presentable - and so with that he pressed on, slipping beneath the luscious foliage of the jungle trees in search of her.