Left of west and coming in a hurry with the Furies
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08-29-2023, 01:50 AM
There was no answer… but he could smell her. From somewhere high above, Víðarr could hear the call of ravens. A sign, not from the gods but from his daughter herself. His heart pounded in his chest. Losing his footing on the steeper side of the mountain, Víðarr leapt the remainder of the distance to the next ledge. Feeling his teeth rattle in his skull as he hopped down, a grunt escaping his chest. It was farther than he would have liked, but quicker too. Picking up speed as he half leapt, half slid down to the next. Making his way down to the ground level. Fuck, the mines. Around him, the mountain seemed to shift once more. It seemed to settle and quake beneath his feet, the shadow unsure of exactly what it all meant. The only clear thought in his mind is finding Morganna, making sure she’s safe. Making sure she’s whole. Following the line of sight down from the ravens… fuck. Víðarr wasn’t one for enclosed spaces, but that doesn’t matter. He pressed on, continued forward, and began his descent into the mines. “Morganna!” Víðarr calls, his voice filling the space. As quickly as he can manage, the viking king makes his way down into the mines. Pulse racing, blinking into the darkness as he wills his eyes to adjust. A silent prayer on his lips as he makes his way down deeper, following the scent trail as it grew stronger. It seemed she was always just around the next bend. Víðarr can hear it too, the knocking, as it echoes in his head and through the mines. Is this what it meant to be a parent? Is this what it means? To love is to worry, to worry is to love. “Allfather, grant that we may be shielded from misfortune and death,” he murmurs as he travels deeper down. The mines were lit only by the dim glow of the fungi… he thinks. Or was that his daughter’s faint mushroom-glow in the darkness. Gods, please let it be his Morganna. |
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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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