As Delphi offers her leg, Víðarr's gaze goes wide. What the fuck was she up to, with this? Bait? His ears pressing back against his skill, taking one step forward, then another. Rigid. Stiff as he watches the horror unfold before him. Confusion for a beat, and then chaos.
Chaos eclipsed by rage as the infected beast attacks his granddaughter. Víðarr springs to life, vicious, brutal. Shades of his old self, the man he was before. Distilled brutality. The bastard has crossed a line, and Víðarr is quick to take the husk of a wolf by the back of the neck. Teeth sinking in deep, jaws wrapping the creature's neck.
It's not quick. Lifting the thing by the neck, slamming it into the snowy ground again. And again. And again. Rage in the worst way. Though he's old and unwell, strength still lurks in his bones. There's no mercy, and the corpse is barely recognizable as a wolf by the time Víðarr is done.
Stumbling back from the red mist, his world is spinning. Spitting in the snow beside him, the shadow returns to Delphi. He's... dizzy. Why is he dizzy? Vertigo setting in, the stiffness in his bones taking over, and confusion coloring his gaze.
"Víðarr"
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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