axe time, sword time
joining thread
09-28-2023, 03:27 PM
She does not flinch at the sight of the wolverine. Instead, she appears to ready herself; claws dig down, and the wolf hunches forward, tail twitching back and forth, a bit at a time. A wolverine will be a tough kill, but Bylgja feels confident that she can take the kill, even without her axe. She knows them well: tenacious, hungry things with sharp teeth and wicked claws and brutal intentions, but she has killed one before. The woman leans forward, her body hunching down...
... and when the strange wolverine is revealed to be a wolf in wolverine's skin, she laughs. It is a deep, hearty laugh, and Bylgja reclines back up, her tail wagging thrice and her ears swiveling forward. That face splits into a proud smile.
"Oh! You wear skin of wolverine? Cunning girl! Hah!" Her accent is thick. "I will take this trick too, I think! Serve me well." The question gets a head tilt from the brute, who appears stunned by it-- but not for a reason that one might expect. Bylgja looks down at her form. Her scars, the tattoos marked into her flesh, and then looks back up at the girl-- and the new arrival. This is a man. This man smells like the border.
Bylgja is pleased to see him, too. She doesn't hide it. What is there to hide? Only a coward would not show their true emotions. Again, her tail begins to wag.
"Yes, I fight!" She nods to the girl. "Almost fought you-- **wolverine child!**" But her gaze slips back to the man, to -- ah! A name. "Víðarr Trygg. My father shares your first name. Víðarr. Is a strong name." A quiet approval from a stranger who did not need to give it. She sighed, perhaps wistfully. "I see pack here, with... strong border, strong mountains, like many teeth to sky. I feel urge to speak with leader, and here is leader, yes? The Gods have truly guided me in this strange land. I, Bylgja Hausakljúfr, would stay, if Víðarr Trygg would allow me this. I will find an axe again, and I will use it with teeth and claw. I was fated here, to meet you, and the Wolverine Girl." It is a bit of a speech for her, but it seeps from her with syllabic emotion, each word practically painted with a hearty sense of truth and self. "I am healer, too. To patch my wounds and wounds of shield-wolf kin." A quiet little wag of the tail.
"**spoken in norse.**"
... and when the strange wolverine is revealed to be a wolf in wolverine's skin, she laughs. It is a deep, hearty laugh, and Bylgja reclines back up, her tail wagging thrice and her ears swiveling forward. That face splits into a proud smile.
"Oh! You wear skin of wolverine? Cunning girl! Hah!" Her accent is thick. "I will take this trick too, I think! Serve me well." The question gets a head tilt from the brute, who appears stunned by it-- but not for a reason that one might expect. Bylgja looks down at her form. Her scars, the tattoos marked into her flesh, and then looks back up at the girl-- and the new arrival. This is a man. This man smells like the border.
Bylgja is pleased to see him, too. She doesn't hide it. What is there to hide? Only a coward would not show their true emotions. Again, her tail begins to wag.
"Yes, I fight!" She nods to the girl. "Almost fought you-- **wolverine child!**" But her gaze slips back to the man, to -- ah! A name. "Víðarr Trygg. My father shares your first name. Víðarr. Is a strong name." A quiet approval from a stranger who did not need to give it. She sighed, perhaps wistfully. "I see pack here, with... strong border, strong mountains, like many teeth to sky. I feel urge to speak with leader, and here is leader, yes? The Gods have truly guided me in this strange land. I, Bylgja Hausakljúfr, would stay, if Víðarr Trygg would allow me this. I will find an axe again, and I will use it with teeth and claw. I was fated here, to meet you, and the Wolverine Girl." It is a bit of a speech for her, but it seeps from her with syllabic emotion, each word practically painted with a hearty sense of truth and self. "I am healer, too. To patch my wounds and wounds of shield-wolf kin." A quiet little wag of the tail.
"**spoken in norse.**"