brace for impact
07-07-2022, 06:37 PM
He had been caught out unawares. Torben's pale fur ruffled uncomfortably, whipping around his features in a frenzied display. A hurricane, what luck and hell... On his way back to Valhalla after a hunting trip, he had no choice but to leave the prey behind. The carcass had easily become swept up by the strong winds. It was only Torben's body weight that caused him not to be carried off too. Thank the gods, but Thor was angry. About what, he could not say. He roamed, searching for a cave of some sort to huddle down in, and wait out the storm. He spied the lad he had encountered in Boreas weeks prior, in winter. "Lo there!" he called over the winds, making his voice shake with controlled thunder "I think I spied a cave away back!" He angled his head behind them further inland "join me! No use stayin' out here alone!" If the boy wanted to take his chances with the weather, Torben would wish him well... even if he'd clearly be worried. Without another thought, he turned and began to lead the way further into the island. He had to make sure he survived, not just for his sake but for Valhalla. If they spent precious moments trying to find Torben, he'd consider that he wasted their time. If his body would be found, he hoped it was sooner and not later. Valhalla did not need to waste on him. He was a nobody to them. A drifter that was too antsy to really sit still. This served him right, being caught outside in this storm. That's at least what he thought, anyway. 541/1500 words |