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Víðarr

Loner

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
263
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
465
player
wicked

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02-10-2022, 04:55 AM

Was he... getting... taller? Víðarr wasn't really sure. It certainly felt like he stood farther above his siblings, his family, than he did previously. There was no use trying to measure him beside the valkyrie-- she'd only get salty with him and really, he didn't want that. It was strange to him. Strange. Gods, everything was so strange. Still, even if he was growing, it was certainly a gift. They seemed to smile upon him, and he could only smile back in thanks. Really, the man was grateful for it. He had to live a life that they'd be proud of him for. Víðarr had to, especially now that they'd chosen him. Head high. Perfectly relaxed.

And relaxed he was, as he moved to the edge of the Dreamer's Col. An area that was certainly dangerous, if he wasn't being careful enough. He needed to check in with the man of many colors, the one who said he lived here. It certainly smelled like the Gneiss man came from here... both his scent and that of this place were mixed together. Yes, it was certain that the shadow was in the right place. There were some questions in his mind, and thoughts as well. If at all possible, Víðarr even had an order to place.

Finding him would be the first order of business. It was an unseasonably warm mid-morning that brought him to the mouth of one of the caves. How was he going to navigate this one? Maybe it was best to leave some sort of note or calling card, and ask him to come down and see Víðarr when he returned. It's not until this very moment that Víðarr realizes that he can't write the common tongue, despite being able to speak it at least passably. Shit. Okay, well, at least he'd take a little more time looking for Bismuth before leaving. That would be good.

The order could wait, of course. Víðarr wasn't entirely sure how he'd afford it either, but that was okay. An arm ring for each of his family, each of the original few that would stand by his side. A circle, like he'd explained to Celeste. They would forever be held together.












VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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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.