ride to meet your fate

Víðarr · 10-26-2024, 02:06 PM

The theatrics are warranted, in Víðarr's mind. In light of world-ending events, he needs to show them. Nonbelievers would be swept up, the same as those prepared. He knows it. He knows it in his bones. The early signs were all here, and they should be prepared. Everyone needed to brace themselves. Víðarr would revel in the endtimes, just as he's reveled in life.

Pressure building in all his facial muscles, grounding his rear legs as best he can, the viking king throws his shoulder into the doe. It's relentless, heart pounding in his chest. A spray of his own blood coating the beast as she gives another panicked cry, steps beginning to stumble as Víðarr applies as much drag as he can. Rocking on her feet, it wouldn't be long now. He'd make every effort to control the descent, ensure it didn't fall on his daughter... or the rest. Right, the rest.

"Víðarr"

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