ardent

bringa ätlingarna hem

family



Víðarr

The Hallows
Hallowed

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7 Years
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Male
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51
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Dire wolf
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Heavy
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474
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wicked

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02-19-2022, 02:21 PM (This post was last modified: 02-19-2022, 02:33 PM by Víðarr. Edited 2 times in total.)

After the call, they appeared one by one. To his surprise (though maybe not, as there was food involved) Róta was the first. Iðunn not long after, settling at Sanngriðr’s side. Tove next, and Bodin behind her, to which the shadow offered a smile and a nod, a silent greeting. They were part of this family now too, and Víðarr was happy to see that they knew it as well. Auðr was the last to arrive, and the shadow met their gaze. They’d speak together later, after their meal. There was much to discuss, but he was glad that the last of his siblings had returned home. Quite a lovely sight, his family pulled together as they were.

He was also glad that he’d practiced his announcement in the common tongue. With a gaze around the circle to each, Víðarr took them all in. “Thank you for gathering with me, tonight.” It felt strange to be so formal. He took a deep breath, did his best to relax. “I am grateful for you, for all of you. For this family, and us being together. I love you all dearly.” Not often a man of words, the shadow took a moment to consider them all in turn. Strength in numbers, and strength in family. Gods, how strong they were.

“This place that we’ve found, it’s starting to feel like home. I would like to make you a proposal tonight, with the gods as our witness.” Víðarr sat a bit straighter, taking a breath. “I would like to bring us together, formally, as a band. If there are no objections, I would like to sit at our head, but I want it to be clear that everything we do is together. I offer you my heart, and I ask for yours in return.” For someone who was so unused to talking (especially in the common language of the land), he was doing alright. The time that Víðarr had put into practice was really paying off. “Like in the old country, decisions are a vote. All big decisions, starting with this one.”

He took a breath, taking a moment to look to each of them once more. How would they react? It was important, though, that they be on the same page. Víðarr was able to relax a bit more, having spoken his mind.













VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.


sorry that this was a couple days late, I haven't been feeling well T.T
deadline for the second round is the 26ish, but I may make the final post sooner if it seems everyone has responded before then <3
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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.