we are the storm and the wicked inside

Víðarr · 01-13-2022, 05:34 AM

Rhythmically, Víðarr's tail thrummed on the marble behind him. The priestess liked his idea... good. To have someone else on board would be a promising thought. Very promising. There were things at work that he didn't realize, and didn't understand, but that was okay. He could sit with Iðunn and speak candidly, for as much or as little as he would speak. Her presence was comforting, as the presence of holy folk often are. He allows space for silence, cleaning the hide with a near-obsessive attention to detail. The shadow had an eye for such things, after all.

The festivals... some of them had been wild, and he'd been barely old enough to truly enjoy them. Sure, he'd been able to steal away some honeyed mead, and enjoy the smoke from some of the ceremonial herbs, but there was so incredibly much more. Víðarr could only imagine the things, the wild things, that they could all be getting into. If they could bring their festivals here, they could certainly share them with everyone. The hospitality of their people had been the stuff of legends, but not without ulterior motive. They'd be able to bolster their numbers with loners, and draw them into the fold. That, and they could judge the strength of neighboring packs... so many thoughts coursing through his head, and the shadow had to smile about it.

"What would you say if I wanted to start a pack of my own, here." His icy gaze returned to the pelt, making sure to clear every last bit of flesh away. Víðarr didn't want his cousin to know that he was concerned about her reaction, so he'd busy himself instead.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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