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Víðarr · 08-27-2023, 06:38 PM

Excitement. Pure, unadulturated excitement. Víðarr swept across the land with his warriors by his sides, seeming to eat the ground beneath his paws. High above them, the moon shone bright. A rakish grin painted on his rugged features, the viking king leads the charge. Under cover of darkness, they would attack. He could not hold the feeling down, he could not push it back. Something takes Víðarr over in these moments, something from beyond. An otherworldly shine in his eyes, and a brilliance in every step. It's service to the gods, and to his people, that brings him here. Soon, all of the packs would know their name. This is the first step.

Arriving on the Range, he leads his warriors to the borders. Looking to each of them in turn, he finally lifted his head, inviting the rest to join him. A thundering, brassy call echoed from deep inside his chest. Without a second thought, Víðarr led the charge on Avalon. Gaze bright, steps long, the shadow is ready. By the gods, he is ready. These are the moments he lived for.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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