Pack your bags we're leaving!
Jay and Voo
Cooperative
01-21-2024, 06:59 PM
The raid had gone on with minimal losses, and the viking king walked away with more supplies and more skilled fighters-- a victory. A victory well won and well fought, he's decided. Víðarr finds himself in good spirits as he returns with his raiding party, though it hadn't escaped his notice that he was one short. The thrall girl had forged on ahead of them, something he's a bit confused by given her injuries. Tenshi had been on hand to tend wounds, but maybe there's someone back on the Maw Tomie would rather see. It's Månsken that alerts him to trouble. The little owl summoning him back home more quickly than he would have liked, good mood all but evaporating as he makes his way. He makes no secret of his approach, snapping through the undergrowth as he arrives in the Steppe, icy gaze narrowed. "Why run all the way back for a healer? We took one along." The viking king's tone is cool, casting a long shadow over Tomie where he stands. "Or maybe desperation... you would sneak away, convinced life here is so bad." Víðarr's words are nearly casual. Considering for a long moment as he watches the thrall girl with narrowed eyes. Curious as to what exactly Tomie had to say for herself. |
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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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