in a dream, the future.
open/hunting maybe?
12-26-2021, 10:24 PM
Iðunn sat back on her haunches beneath a cluster of pine trees, eyes closed as she placed a front paw upon the bleeding rabbit corpse offering that lay on the ground on a bed of small stones, her head tilted back to speak upwards to the heavens. "Hail Ullr, wise and powerful hunter of Asgard. Give me strength to take down the beast, grant me your wisdom, weave for me good luck, let me be successful in providing food for my family. Hail to you, Ullr, watcher of the hunt." As she spoke, her words soft yet full a deep reverence, she used her paw to smear the rabbit's blood along her cheeks and on her forehead, allowing it to drip down her face. When she finished she opened her eyes, looking up through the sparse canopy of the pine trees, up at the spring sky above, and let out a soft croon of a howl to finish off her prayer, quiet enough so as to not spook the elk herd somewhere nearby. She had searched for a quiet spot in which to pray away from any prying eyes, not wanting to be disturbed as she prepared herself for the hunt. The elk herd was a fortuitous opportunity, and she didn't want to waste it by being ill-prepared, or having her prayer ritual disturbed. Iðunn sat there silently for a few moments, soaking in the moment of the rush she felt from completing it, and then scented the air. The wind brought with it the musky scent of the herd, but also a familiar smell that spurred her forth at a gentle trot. If Víðarr was about, then with the gift of luck and strength for Ullr, and the added strength of her cousin, she was sure they could be successful in bringing down an Elk to feed their group well. |
When Iðunn's speech is in italics it means she's speaking in Swedish