a dreary late evening

Víðarr · 05-11-2023, 05:19 PM

Time had passed. Too much time. Had she changed her mind? Had Hattori said no? Typically one to leave things in the hands of the gods, in the hands of the fates, it was unusual for him to go chasing after anyone. Still, Tenshi was... she was different. Things were different. That, and he had a reason to seek out the koi pack anyway. There were children, his children to be born among the bamboo. With his stride long, gaze keen, he made his way south.

At least it was winter in Auster. Víðarr wouldn't melt clear through the ground, a puddle of dark fur and sour attitude. The attitude... well, the attitude came with the humidity. Like breathing soup down here, typically. As he crossed past the Runestones he noticed... he heard something. A grunt, and the scraping of antlers. Víðarr's forehead creased. That sound was a strange one, at least for his current locale. Were there elk or moose this far south? A shift of the breeze, and Víðarr's heart dropped through his chest. He knows who that is.

"Jävlar--" he curses, voice a rough-hewn growl. "Tenshi, what-- why?" She's knocking her antlers against the runestones, and he doesn't have the faintest idea why. Víðarr crosses to her, makes to reach out for her. To reach for her, to stop her from doing... whatever it was she was doing. What had possessed her to? Concern, tenderness, as the shadow reaches for her. Why?

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