This will never end 'cause I want more.
Oh, how the darkness embraced him, swaddling him in its familiar arms and holding him tight. The air was warm and damp, brimming with life and the promise of imminent redemption. How deliciously near he felt the gods to be, watching his every move with their unforgiving stares. He felt vulnerable and unprotected, open to their influence and power. Thrilling was the nakedness he felt, the utter devotion with which he worshiped and loved them. He had strayed from the path he was destined to, and once again he had redirected himself, walking a path of faith that he was determined to stay on.
More, give me more, give me more.
The viking's gait was uneven as he went, but his obvious determination did not falter. Lithe limbs carried him forward, guided by naught but instinct and the faint light of the moon and stars above. The eyes of the gods twinkled and shone, lightning his path, giving him hope and strength to carry on. Every other step was unsteady, a precarious step into unfamiliar territory. The journey was not easy, as his hind left foot had been badly mangled during the earthquake that had befallen the lands, a punishment from Thor himself for his digression from what mattered the most. All that hung from the limb was a mangled paw, which he dragged helplessly behind him, unable to support himself on its fragile bearings.
If I had a heart I could love you.
The snow had begun to melt, the dead foliage slowly returning to life. How gracious the gods were, giving life to all things. The winter had been a season of reflection and patience, and he was grateful for the warmth to creep back into the earth. It was time to find them -- his family -- for it seemed all other creatures had lost faith. A low rumble resonated from deep within his chest as his paw caught on a fallen tree limb, body twisting as he sought to maintain his balance. Only recently had he fully recovered from the incident, both physically and mentally, and he was growing agitated being alone. Family was what was needed, what he wanted the most.
If I had a voice I would sing.
The air was heavy with the scent of an unfamiliar pack, but it seemed muted and dull, as though a large group had resided here once. Where had they gone, he wondered? Ebony nose twitched as he sniffed at the cool night air, tasting it carefully. Something familiar was in the air, though his memories were hazy, as though in a dream. It was not Jaeger's scent -- that one he could distinguish from miles away. The mere thought of his brother made his stomach twist and turn, longing filling his chest, twisting painfully at his heart. How cruel the gods could be, though so loving too; they were testing him now, testing his resolve and his spirit.
After the night when I wake up,
But this was not one of Loki's pranks. He felt no jest from above, no taunting glimmer in the sky. The scent was his mother, he suddenly realized, and he felt a knot build in his chest once again. Seasons had passed and he had grown older, and though he had missed her once, the yearning for her maternal touch had grow dull with time. But now he felt it once again, suddenly feeling very much like a child. Paws would push himself forward, eyes gazing through the darkness to search for her. "Mutter? M?ssen meine Sinne t?uschen mich?" Sultry voice would echo through the near darkness, quivering with anticipation and hope. If she truly was near, he knew the gods must be pleased with him.
I'll see what tomorrow brings.
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