Lass uns die Himmel jagen im Tanz
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11-01-2023, 12:43 AM
Bylgja liked the crypt. It was low to the ground. Plain. Simple. Much like her mindset, in a way! She appreciated that the crypt held the dead, too, for that was something she related to -- her family had held a crypt, after all, and defended it with blood and fury to keep the plague of dead-takers out. As she drifted into the crypt for the fourth time, Bylgja determined she would take her time. Her head rose, and she peered at the walls, the inset carvings that hid corpses, marked the bones. Ribcages arched; she counted them.
The viking moved with a quiet grace, a strange reverence that did not quite fit her brutish frame. This was the due of the dead. She reached out to touch some seal that was left on a piece of armor-- the piece itself was long rusted. Nobody could take much of it... but she wondered if she could take the seal from the armor, break it of the rust, and wear it somehow. |
As her son. Astraios may crash any of Bylgja's threads.
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