the mountains are calling
Vidarr
Cooperative
02-10-2024, 02:42 AM
It's true, the children are toothy and terrible. Víðarr is really very proud of them. They're growing larger and stronger by the day, leaving the viking king terribly grateful that they were well on their way to expanding into the Crypt as well. With the Crypt for storage, they'd have more space on the mountain to live. More space on the mountain could mean even more terrible, toothy puppies, and the cycle would continue. A call the viking king didn't recognize rang out across the mountain. Never one to keep a caller waiting, Víðarr picked up a long, easy lope on his way down the mountain. Though summer had settled in around their shoulders, the Maw remained fairly comfortable. Slowing to a jog, then a walk, as he closed in to greet the stranger. A woman, near as tall as he was, somehow equal parts otherworldly and unsettling. She smelled a bit like the fishboy, the one who'd tended to his wife at birth. Offering a smile, he speaks. "I am Víðarr, this is my pack. What can we do for you?" He doesn't mask his curiosity, or the appreciative gaze that rests on her. No need. |
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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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