...And my axe!
Jackal
10-12-2023, 08:57 PM
Yes, yes, the boy seemed grouchy, but Bylgja did not care. She was of the mind that each day was, in itself, a gift-- and thus, each day was meant to be lived to its fullest. Living to her fullest meant befriending the boy, or trying to. It meant meeting his challenge with a pleased sound and a combative lurch. It meant exerting herself to her utmost. He spoke. Bylgja cocked her head and wagged her tail, again. "You would do this for me? I can help you craft one for yourself as well, if you'd like. I crafted my own blades, back home." When she speaks, it is in Norse, and it is with a warmth that sears up her toes. Bylgja thinks fondly of home; despite the hellscape and wildness of it, the land was home. She missed it. Sure, it was a place both bloody and brutal, but it... well. That was the way of home. She knew nothing else. Her ears twitched. "What is your name? I am Bylgja Hausakljúfr."
It means skull-cleaver. Given her look, it is... hardly an exaggeration. |
note: Bylgja is speaking in Norse unless otherwise specified.