blod, jord och stjärneglans
Cooperative
02-02-2022, 04:09 PM
Speak of the devil and he’ll appear, apparently. Maybe Sanngriðr’s ears had been burning, what with the volume of the shadow’s thoughts. The siblings were close, and always had been. The valkyrie had been his protector since birth. Víðarr would like to think that he could do the same, now that they were older. Not that she needed it, but still. Not like she’d ever admit to even allowing it… but Víðarr could live with the version of himself constructed in his own mind. She grunts. He grunts back. They lay like that in silence for a long time, content with the shade. Víðarr couldn’t tell you how much time had passed before he finally comes up with the words he actually wanted, idly scraping a hide from the previous day’s dinner. The work was necessary, idle, and something that he enjoyed more than he cared to admit. “Look, I found him.” The words were quiet, and he inclined his muzzle toward Fisk. It was easier to talk about the events, the day to day goings on, than what Víðarr was really thinking and feeling. No, that would come to the shadow in time. For now, he’d simply… show Sanngriðr the dog? Good enough. VÍÐARR Ragnarök awaits. |
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This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.