The ground quaking, before giving way. Tumbling, a mass of limbs and wolves and ice. The breath driven from Víðarr's lungs, struggling to right himself. Scrambling, clawing his way back to his feet, assessing the chaos erupting around him. Hackles up, gaze skating over Sedna-- she's okay. He can refocus on the creature that's burst from the earth. Eyeless... sightless? Squinting at the beast, Víðarr lifts a shard of ice from the ground. With all his might, he throws the loose piece against the opposite wall, far from where any of them had landed. Confuse the fuck out of it, maybe they'll get somewhere.
At least, confusing it may have worked, if that pale and tawny girl hadn't gone shrieking. Fine. They'll do this in a more traditional way. Víðarr springs to life, teeth gnashing. Trying to keep his balance as he throws himself at the beast, intent on neutralizing the threat. He'd keep as quiet as he could, but when had Víðarr ever been good at stealth?
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.
Cooperative
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