i will be their world's demise
hal
12-07-2024, 05:47 PM
Cold. Alone. Forgotten. Heiðinn was no more. Hemlock was a withering memory. His parents were dead and gone. His family was scattered and forsaken. And Hallvarðr? He sat alone at the top of the mountain ledge, gazing down the steep cliffs and ravines at the world below the mountain. He had refused to leave his home; refused to abandon his family's kingdom and mission. This was where they had all been born. Where they had suckled at their mother while their father told them stories of glory and conquest. It was here where they had grown up and here where they all belonged. Hell, even his name meant defender of the mountain! This was his home. This was where he was meant to be.
And so Hallvarðr continued to sit sentinel, keeping watch over the mountain and spying on the wolves down below. More than once he had chased off trespassers and brave predators alike, all who would dare to set foot on his family's mountain. But as the scent markers faded and the mountain was once more claimed by the wild lands, Hal found himself fighting an endless battle. A lone soldier holding the line against the world. The autumn was cold on the Maw, clouds hanging heavy like a blanket toward the peaks. The great dire wolf sits unmoving, watching—always watching. Movement down below catches his attention. Another wolf; another trespasser. Fangs bare in a growl, but that growl is stifled by the call that breaks through the wind.
Brother...
The massive brute rises to his paws and walks well-tread paths down the mountain slopes. When he arrives at the lower cliffs, he does indeed find the wolf he thought was gone. Björn stands as tall as him, stocky too, both wolves looking just like their sire. Hal fixes Björn with steely eyes cold as ice, his guard gradually beginning to lower as he sizes up his brother. It's good to see his family again. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you again," he speaks in gruff grunts, his voice husky from disuse. Not many to talk to on an empty mountain. "Vår familj är borta. Vårt hem är borta. Det finns inget kvar av oss nu."
"Hallvarðr Trygg"
And so Hallvarðr continued to sit sentinel, keeping watch over the mountain and spying on the wolves down below. More than once he had chased off trespassers and brave predators alike, all who would dare to set foot on his family's mountain. But as the scent markers faded and the mountain was once more claimed by the wild lands, Hal found himself fighting an endless battle. A lone soldier holding the line against the world. The autumn was cold on the Maw, clouds hanging heavy like a blanket toward the peaks. The great dire wolf sits unmoving, watching—always watching. Movement down below catches his attention. Another wolf; another trespasser. Fangs bare in a growl, but that growl is stifled by the call that breaks through the wind.
Brother...
The massive brute rises to his paws and walks well-tread paths down the mountain slopes. When he arrives at the lower cliffs, he does indeed find the wolf he thought was gone. Björn stands as tall as him, stocky too, both wolves looking just like their sire. Hal fixes Björn with steely eyes cold as ice, his guard gradually beginning to lower as he sizes up his brother. It's good to see his family again. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you again," he speaks in gruff grunts, his voice husky from disuse. Not many to talk to on an empty mountain. "Vår familj är borta. Vårt hem är borta. Det finns inget kvar av oss nu."
Víðarr and Tenshi may enter any of Hallvarðr's threads while he is under 2 years old.
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