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Left of west and coming in a hurry with the Furies



Víðarr

Loner

Master Fighter (245)

Master Hunter (245)

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age
7 Years
gender
Male
gems
263
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
465
player
wicked

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08-29-2023, 02:23 AM



Víðarr has been busy. Quite busy. Still, he feels rather guilty for not having spent more time with the children. For not seeking them out more. Things had been busy, high up on his mountain. Settling in, clearing the land of predators, quickly stockpiling what they could for the winter. Life at those altitudes wasn’t going to be easy, but every day he was reminded of just how worth it this was. Víðarr had put the work in, and the gods had rewarded him. Everything was coming together.

Coming together, though he still had to fight to maintain control. Their first raid was only days away, Víðarr’s target selected. Things were becoming strange within the mountain, too. He could feel it shifting beneath his paws. He could feel it on the breeze, some days. It also seemed that the lights in the skies had returned, though they behaved differently than Víðarr was accustomed to. It wasn’t the proper season. It was too early. The viking king tried to push it from his mind.

There was also the question of tracking down and punishing the little shit that had harmed his granddaughter. This weighed heavily on Víðarr’s mind in particular. Getting away with harming one of his own wasn’t an option. Justice would be swift and painful. The shadow was pulled from his gorier thoughts as the ground beneath his paws gave another rumble. His hackles went up, gaze flickering. A shift in the breeze brings something else, something familiar.

“Gumman?” Víðarr called, looking for any slip of his daughter. He could smell Morganna, but where was she? Gaze stiff, carefully picking his way down the steeper side of the mountain. Looking. Breath held, hoping to catch sight of her. Hoping she was fine, in the fact of the shifting beneath their feet.

"Speech"


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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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