Descensum Altar

Sverre was traveling outside of Auster when he felt the strange pull towards a cave as he neared it. The lands changing from summer to fall was strange, but Sverre wasn't worried. The altars though, those were strange. He wasn't too worried about them either, but with their sudden appearance he was certainly skeptical. That didn't stop him from preparing a gift though, he just didn't expect to be drawn to this particular altar as he traveled around looking for one.

He stepped into the cave with a little less caution than he should have and strode over to the altar. Ferrets and birds moved around the seemingly dancing stone wolf, though many remained stationary on or around it. It was strange to say the least, but whatever drew him here certainly wasn't going to let him leave without at least yeeting his offering at the altar. Thankfully, Sverre was a little more polite than that. Wearing the offering he made himself, he shrugged off the deer skin robe (complete with a hood and antlers) and folded it neatly on the ground before the altar.

"In my homeland, we would celebrate with food, drink, dance, and spar after a successful deer herding season. We would wear the skin of our deer to blend in with the herd while we tended to them, and then dance and spar as if we were one of them ourselves afterwards." It pained him to think of his homeland and the frozen north he so longingly missed, but hunting and crafting the robe brought him back to his roots and calmed him in a way. With a heavy sigh and a pained, sad smile, Sverre bowed at the altar once before nodding to the familiars and strode out of the cave. Maybe he would make himself a robe; would Kuroo want one, too?

"Speech!"

Art by Nairinnr at dA & Code by Skelle 2022