call it holy, call it just
asla
Cooperative
08-20-2023, 05:53 PM
Víðarr's gaze fell on the woman as she melted into view, expression remaining where it defaults-- carefully composed neutrality. This wasn't who the viking king expected, not at all. From his impression, the alpha of Valta was a man. The woman heading his way has a shapely, delicate figure that he'd do well not to look at for too long. He's curious, but then, the goings on of other packs aren't something for him to be concerned about... yet. Politics aren't his strong suit, but Víðarr would do well to at least look like he has his shit together. She introduced herself as the alpha, with a surname he's not familiar with. Interesting. The pack was still Valta, and he's certain Tove still lived here, so it looked like the purpose of his visit hadn't changed. "Víðarr Trygg, alpha of Heiðinn." The shadow offers an introduction, watching Aslatiel's face as he speaks. Careful to take in her expression, careful to watch. "My friend Tove lives here." He chooses his next words carefully, thoughtfully. "She is unwell. I believe a closeness to our gods and the presence of the seiðkonur would help her recovery." Víðarr was asking to take her away, bring her to the mountain. To bring her home, though he does not wish to steal her away. The words are confident as he watches Aslatiel, waiting for her reaction, any insight to what went on in her head. |
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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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