I'll share in your suffering

*Sanngriðr* · 12-28-2021, 08:55 PM

Okay, really "shattered" wasn't such a bad word for what Sanngriðr was doing on a morning like this one. Still, she was pleasant enough about it. No, the valkyrie is feral, but she is a much different breed of beast. Much like the jackals, the hyenas, and yet more intense. More terrifying. More genuinely horrifying. Not only that, she embraced it. Held it in her hands, and let herself feel. Yes, the savagery was something that lived in her, and ran beneath the surface at all times. That chaos was a comfort.

A comfort like Iðunn's words in their mother tongue. The words of a priestess, as tired as they were to her ears. Sanngriðr was a cynic, but they were still the words of her people. Of the people they'd left behind. Little bits of home, whether she held the same reverence for their pantheon or not. Softly, the girl of rust and shadow hummed to herself. She rested her chin upon her paws, and she too stared out over the wall. Truly, this place was teeming with life. Small prey, small animals... yes, there were so immensely many. "It's for the best, then." Her words were quiet, carrying weight. In her head, Sanngriðr was far away.

It was many, many quiet moments before the valkyrie spoke again. "Do you miss it?" The words held weight, dense where they sat between the pair. It was as if they had a life of their own, shaping and forming in real time. This place, at least what Sanngriðr had seen of it so far, reminded her of home. She couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not, not yet.

SANNGRIÐR
Kom och hata mig.

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