Everything means everything
Cooperative
03-05-2022, 09:51 PM
As will I, the words brought a bit of a warmth to play around Viðarr's shoulders, and in his chest. It was good to know that the feeling was mutual, after all. Ah, the shadow had a habit of either coming on too strong or not strong enough... and here he is, basking in Kiela's company. Hell, he hadn't managed to put his paw in his mouth yet. Things were a bit better than usual, in that regard. Viðarr could relax here, with her, and not feel the need to say so much. Not feel the need to put on so much, or be something that he wasn't as comfortable being. Though his guard wasn't down, he was far more relaxed than usual. The scent of the sheep is apparent as they close in on it, and Viðarr too picks the trail up. His steps come easily, confident and plain over the ground. No, the shadow is a hulking creature, and he lacks the grace of his smaller siblings. Still, he doesn't mind. He doesn't mind that he's maybe a bit heavier on his feet. Not all of them need to be dancers, after all. That, and the woman by his side today is capable, broad, strong like he is. Another comfort... another reminder of familiar things, of home. He's grateful for that. He's grateful for her. At the question of his sisters, the shadow breaks into a smile. "Three. Sanngriðr and Iðunn are older, and Róta is my litter." Auðr had arrived with them as well, but they had split off from the group so long ago now. The shadow worried for their safety, but it was best not to blow the cover of someone who was out and on their own. At least those that had remained close would have each other for protection, at least more immediately. It's not that Viðarr distrusts Kiela, no. It's that he distrusts how many other ears there are in these woods. Ears to hear, and to learn more than they need to know. "Do you have siblings?" It's a warm question... for once, in conversation he doesn't feel forced. Viðarr paused for a moment, checking the trail once more. It seemed that they were getting closer, reasonably fresh droppings from the sheep appearing on their path. "Ah, around this bend, maybe?" He looked to the woman, head canting to the side just a bit as he peered forward. Dinner sounds wonderful. 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.