ardent

it was like fire around the brim



Víðarr

The Hallows
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Master Fighter (245)

Master Hunter (245)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
474
player
wicked

OverachieverUnderachieverRapid Poster - BronzePride - PansexualDouble MasterSamhain 2022
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02-10-2022, 05:10 AM

Víðarr was well aware that his dog was a bit... much sometimes. Active. They could both be a bit much... maybe that was why they suited each other. They said that dogs would start to look like their owners after a while, and he was wondering if that would happen with Fisk. Both of them were strong creatures. A strength that lived in their bones. A strength that kept them whole, and kept them wonderful. The pair was truly brilliant together.

As the woman looked at him, it nearly felt like she was looking straight through him. It was maybe a bit unsettling, being sized up by a stranger like this. Still, it's not the most unpleasant feeling. Víðarr's lack of subtlety is something that's maybe a bit impolite, but ah, it happens. She was quite beautiful. Quite beautiful, but he wouldn't let that be a sticking point. If the valkyrie was any hint, beauty wasn't everything. The fiercest warriors were some of the most beautiful in their own right. So beautiful, and that's not even the half of it. The shadow would chase those thoughts from his head.

Yama Tenshi-- not only was she not from here, she was very much not from here. It sounded like she came from far away, though a different sort of far away than the Trygg family. A name fit for a warrior, he would agree to that. The shadow knows not what a name fit for a mother would sound like. Still, he knows the woman that bore his elder sister was both... and was not unlike the woman that stood before him. Maybe it would do them well to meet, some day far in the future. As with all things, if the fates willed it, it would be.

And you? Ah yeah, he should tell her. "Víðarr Trygg." The words were brief, his accent rolling through each r sound. It played much more easily in the syllables of his own name, the words that hailed from his mother tongue. He stands on the other side of the river, not wanting to close the gap. That would be too much, too soon. "It seems you are..." he trailed off, scowling for a moment as he looked for the right words. "It seems you are seeking something." Víðarr sorts out the words, though offers an apologetic glance. Small talk bored him, and he didn't care for it. Instead, he'd share his observation, even if voicing it wasn't the easiest.












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.