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Falling In Reverse

Víðarr



Víðarr

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

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08-06-2023, 06:52 PM



Things had been difficult. Difficult, complicated, messy. Messier than Víðarr would have liked, messier than he could have even anticipated. Though he had every intent of returning for Tove things had... they'd gotten out of hand. Now he'd let her down not just once, but twice. Víðarr needed to come to grips with that, but it hadn't... hadn't been the right time. Messy turned into messier, and now? Here he was, unable to explain that. Unable to explain everything that had happened in the year since he'd returned. The pups, the band, the incident with Hattori, and now? Now he'd managed to achieve the thing that he'd wanted from the first time he'd set foot in this strange land.

And now he needed to go back for her. But then there was Tenshi, his promise, his intent with her and... was it right to go back for her? Víðarr's chest squeezed, and he didn't know what to think. What to think, what to feel, what to say? Hell, he never knew what to say. The viking's steps were slow, taken with intention, as he walks. It's an effort to clear his head, an attempt to think. Víðarr needed to think. What was he going to do, what was he going to say? There was no right thing, there was no right answer. She'd come to see him during the challenge, she'd been there. There were too many things for him to think and for him to feel in that moment. Anything more would have driven him over the edge, Víðarr couldn't have processed it then.

But as he wandered the Cliffs, he can smell her. Smell her on the breeze, smell her on the wind... no. It's as if he'd willed Tove into existence. The shadow pushed it from his mind, unable to come to grips with that. He couldn't have just willed her into being, no. But as he continues on, the scent gets clearer. Víðarr could see her now, as well. Coming into view at the edges of his vision, but she was too... too close to the edge. Much too close. Approaching downwind, the shadow doesn't want to startle her. Doesn't want to spook her. No, instead he calls out, tone far more gentle than usual. "What are you doing?" A question. That was all. Trying to process what exactly he's seeing.

"Speech"

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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.




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