Never Look Back

*Baldur* · (This post was last modified: 01-27-2014, 07:44 AM by Baldur.)

ooc: Thor and Baldur's entrance into Ala, weeks before either run's into the rest of the family.
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Dam? still frozen. Baldur stared down at the ice before sitting in the slushy snow melt, panting lightly as a slight shiver ran down his spine. He was thirsty and tired of snarfing down snow and it seemed like they'd been traveling forever! It truth though it had only been a few weeks since he and Thor had left their home. Three weeks since his violent battle with Vili and Ve, his uncles. Vili the new king ohh joy...

Baldur spat. If he dared allow himself to think on it too long he'd only end up shaking with anger. It made him sick. After Hr??vitnir had been slain by Hati his mother was a sobbing awful mess. As if she really cared about that devil and then bam? next thing anyone knew she was letting Vili screw her brains out.

The snowfallen brute sat there stewing, anger coiling around inside of him. "Dammit?" he muttered as he realized his right front leg was bleeding again, badly, right above his elbow. He'd probably accidentally scratched it open again, but dam it itched. The wound marked the spot where Ve's fangs and ripped into flesh as he thrashed his head, trying to hold Baldur down for Vili. The psychotic little creep. It was Baldur's fault of course. Every pent up emotion he'd ever felt, every piece of hate and anger, every bruise and bleeding wound he'd ever received had slipped from his maw in a string of insults.

Apparently Vili didn't care to be called parasite-ridden whore among other less savory names at the start of a pack meeting to officially announce his grand plans for the future... Oops?

Of course an alpha had to maintain dominance and control. With a word Vili sprang into action. Ve joined in and had gotten hold and didn't let go, trying to hold him down while Vili 'taught him a lesson', ripping into his scruff and the top of his hips, trying to flip him on his back to either castrate him or gut him he wasn't quite sure. All he knew was that he'd fought back against them both for all that he was worth when Vili had pronounced that he was to be put to death for his insolence and dove for his throat. There were gashes on either side of Baldur's neck, right below the corners of his jaw where his uncle had attempted to slay him. Vili probably would've succeeded if Thor hadn't dove in and saved Baldur's sorry hide. Anglea had stood and watched just as she always did. Making no move to join in and no move to save him. Not even flinching as Vili dove for the kill... he probably shouldn't have been watching his mother in a fight. Stupid. Useless.

Baldur licked at the wound hoping Thor hadn't seen. He was greatful for his older brother's concern and help but he just wasn't sure how to respond to it. He wasn't really sure about anything anymore but he felt profound guilt at being the reason Thor was forced to leave home. Not that it had ever been much of a home to begin with. More like a battlefield. Anglea had insisted on turning a blind eye to any suffering of her children as she obsessed over Hr??vitnir. Her worshipping adoration of the brute filled Baldur with disgust and pity. Hr??vitnir was not some great being. He was a violent bastard, sick depraved and his brother's Vili and Ve were no better in Baldur's opinion. In fact he often thought they were worse.

Sighing he shoved the thoughts from his mind, knowing all to well they'd rise again. He forced a smile on his face. He was alive, though! There was that. He was alive, and free and he had Thor with him. How could it possibly get better?

"Hey Thor! It's frozen here to. I know maybe we can cross it? I think Alacritis is a hop, jump and a skip away!" He tenuously reached out his left paw, poking at the ice before taking a few tender steps out, wincing a bit from his wounds but intent on not letting the injuries slow him down or hold him back. "THOR look! Look! I'm balancing, hahaha. C'mere and try- OW!" he tripped and face-planted right on the ice. A sigh slipped from the brutes maw?. the story of his life.

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