Lonely is the muse

Víðarr · 11-11-2024, 06:37 PM

Beneath the blood red sky, Víðarr does not know how to process. Doesn't know how to feel. All he can do is ride it out, as Ragnarök sweeps toward them. It would be rapid, and it would be deadly. The viking king can feel it in his bones, and knows all he can do is embrace it. On every level, whatever would be, would be. Trust the gods. Though Víðarr had gotten into the nasty habit of picking and choosing when he trusted them, this was different. Events long foretold. Now, all he was able to do is watch them unfold.

Moving through the north, a hitch in his arthritic step, Víðarr doesn't believe his eyes at first. That was surely a trick of the light, or worse, of his mind. Though he hadn't been seeing things, perhaps this was a first. But as a friendly breeze kicked up, Víðarr broke into a lope. No, it really was her. Head picking up, gaze brighter than it had been in who knows how long. A lofty wag to his tail, the familiarity breaking over his expression.

"It seems like, when I need you most, you always appear." A gentle light in his tone. It's almost out of place, given the circumstances. Still, Víðarr closes the gap between himself and Kiela, unable to be anything less than happy to see her. A shelter in the storm. He'd missed her. Beyond everything else, he'd missed her. Reaching out to push his muzzle to her cheek, if she'll let him, Víðarr is just glad to see her whole.

"Víðarr"

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