it was like fire around the brim

Víðarr · 02-16-2022, 12:59 PM

Viðarr listened closely as she spoke. Her words were cryptic where they hung between them, but he's not surprised. The silence that stretched between them wasn't even uncomfortable. They are strangers occupying the same space, the same time. No more and no less. There's no need for words, at least not more words. Pleasant enough, and certainly not a threat. No, he could go about his business for now, in her presence.

Viðarr peered carefully at the tracks of an animal near the riverbed, breathing deeply. They were recent, or, recent enough. The scat that lay beside it, too, was recent enough. It seemed that there were moose in this area, and they returned frequently. Their preferred forage, too, had been mowed short with blunt teeth. Still, the exact number of hoofprints was a bit curious. Strange. Viðarr took mental note, and would be on his guard... like he was ever off it. "What is your question?" The words are slow, and Viðarr is stately a she speaks. Curious. Ever curious.

Vengeance. She sought revenge for her family. For a genuine moment, the shadow's heart aches for her. She speaks in the same way Sanngriðr does on the mention of her mother. Viðarr himself is the god of vengeance. The look in his icy gaze isn't one of pity, no. It's a deep understanding, one that runs to the core. Vengeance is what he understands, better than anything else. It makes sense to him. He takes a moment, studying this Yama Tenshi.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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it was like fire around the brim

Víðarr