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Víðarr

The Hallows
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Master Fighter (245)

Master Hunter (245)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
81
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
480
player
wicked

OverachieverUnderachieverRapid Poster - BronzePride - PansexualDouble MasterSamhain 2022
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04-11-2023, 06:47 AM

Nearly everything about Víðarr is raw. He is real in every sense of the word. Raw, real, unhinged even. He's never made himself smaller, not for anyone. Not for anyone, and least of all for himself. There is something that finds a home in him, something that could be dangerous if not handled properly. Not even the shadow knows how to handle himself properly-- he doesn't need to. An element of danger courses through him. That danger makes Víðarr who he is. Just as anything else, it's a part of him.

Tove easily slips the attempted grapple, smaller and quicker than the shadow. He smiles to himself as she does, something he very well should have expected. Smaller, lighter, more nimble than the berserker. As she strikes for his neck, the shadow tips his head to bare it. There would be no balking, instead it's an invitation. Tove was within her rights to hurt him if she wanted to. Maybe Víðarr would even feel better if she did. To hurt someone so dear to him... it had to be criminal. He can't begin to apologize. All he could do was atone.

There is power, too, in restraint. They dance together, an understanding between them. A dance as old as time, as old as the hills, as old as the gods themselves. A religious rite, and something else. Something deeper. A push and pull, the tangles of fate. Víðarr follows her movements closely, rarely more than a breath between the two of them. He stepped into Tove, drawing to his full height, but his movements are blunted. He will not harm, no. The shadow will only try to take what he feels is his.

With movements that are deceptively fluid for such a hulking creature, he would try to pressure into her, to wrap a foreleg around her. An attempt to draw her into him. If Víðarr could get close enough, he'd move to cover the back of her neck with his muzzle, and then his own neck. The desire is to hold her tightly, like it's the first time over again. Like he could start this over again and not ruin things. Only time would tell.




Víðarr vs Tove for Spar
Round 2/2
Age: over 1
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Heavy
Offensive Battle Accessory: Spiked Gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Lamellar Shirt
Skills: Expert Fighter & Master Hunter
* I'm making the decision to omit his companions from this fight for IC reasons
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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.