in a dream, the future.

Víðarr · 12-25-2021, 11:38 PM

There was promise in the air on this brisk spring day, and Víðarr could feel it. The sort of promise that put the air in his lungs and the wind in his sails. Everything was new and bold, and he was (quite genuinely) feeling good. With long, confident steps, the man strode through the pines. These trees were young– barely older than he was. There was something absolutely beautiful about the way the sunlight filtered through them, and the shadowed man couldn’t help but appreciate it.

Appreciate it all. The gods had presented him with a most gorgeous day, and Víðarr wasn’t about to waste it. Carefully raising his head skyward, the shadowed man was searching for one scent, and one alone. Breakfast. There were tracks and other evidence that elk were nearby but just… where? Waiting one heartbeat, and then two, the stiff breeze picked up again. Ah. With careful, quiet steps, the man began tracking south of his current position. Certainly, they were over this way.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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in a dream, the future.

open/hunting maybe?

Víðarr