more than i can chew
solo seasonal - hunting
11-22-2020, 04:25 PM
Eyrún had been given a second chance at life. At first she wasn't quite sure what the purpose of her journey into the depths below Firefly Lake had been. The loss of Muninn had briefly stung; her raven had become a familiar companion to her, but it wasn't as though she had been taken for any ill purpose. A god had requested her, and Eyrún had no doubt Muninn had far greater purpose than what this mortal world had to offer her. Perhaps Odin himself had needed her service. Regardless, Eyrún had made amends with what had happened and after mulling over her experience she knew that the lesson was one in humility. She lay somewhere between wolves and gods - an intermediary, even - but she was no god herself. She could never achieve such a status, at least not while she still walked this earth. She had been reminded of her place and she would do well to remember it. She was a servant, a messenger of the gods, and maybe it was about time she get to work.
Aimless wandering hadn't done her any good. It was time to find something more tangible to work towards. Well, after she tended to a few other things. Up ahead she heard Huginn's familiar call, alerting her to the presence of someone. He'd been quiet for some time since Muninn had left them but thankfully the raven had finally found his voice. Heeding his call, Eyrún's slender limbs picked up their pace as she trekked through the prairie. The scent of a large prey animal lingered on the air, but Muninn had made no mention of danger, so she had to assume her path ahead was safe. After a fair trek she caught wind of someone, a female it seemed, and she slowed as she oriented herself. For awhile she couldn't help but think this stranger might be hiding, until she caught sight of a female wedged into a hollowed-out log. Curious, she crept forward, trying to stay quiet... though it became quickly apparent that the female was either sleeping or unconscious, but either way she didn't initially respond to her. Examining her for what would no doubt would deemed an excessive moment, she finally lifted a paw to prod at the woman's head. If she didn't see the slight rising of her chest, she would likely assume she was deceased, but she seemed to have some life left in her. Eyrún just wasn't sure how much.
Aimless wandering hadn't done her any good. It was time to find something more tangible to work towards. Well, after she tended to a few other things. Up ahead she heard Huginn's familiar call, alerting her to the presence of someone. He'd been quiet for some time since Muninn had left them but thankfully the raven had finally found his voice. Heeding his call, Eyrún's slender limbs picked up their pace as she trekked through the prairie. The scent of a large prey animal lingered on the air, but Muninn had made no mention of danger, so she had to assume her path ahead was safe. After a fair trek she caught wind of someone, a female it seemed, and she slowed as she oriented herself. For awhile she couldn't help but think this stranger might be hiding, until she caught sight of a female wedged into a hollowed-out log. Curious, she crept forward, trying to stay quiet... though it became quickly apparent that the female was either sleeping or unconscious, but either way she didn't initially respond to her. Examining her for what would no doubt would deemed an excessive moment, she finally lifted a paw to prod at the woman's head. If she didn't see the slight rising of her chest, she would likely assume she was deceased, but she seemed to have some life left in her. Eyrún just wasn't sure how much.
