yggdrasil

Kapra knew that under the influence of strange herbs and mushrooms that he could become infinitely close to the gods. No, he was not hallucinating -- he was simply seeing, perhaps more clearly than he could in his normal state of mind. It was a past time he'd been participating in since a child, and even though Katja - his cousin and travel companion - didn't necessarily agree with it, he was content to enjoy his high when he was off on his own.

A goofy grin was worn plainly on his face. "You certainly have!" he'd explain with a bit of glee. Perhaps he might not connect with the gods today as he had wished... but having a bit of fun didn't sound like such a bad idea. The sudden laughter that had begun to escape from his throat seemed a bit childish, but genuine regardless.

"Which gods do you worship?" he'd ask suddenly, his eyes widening dramatically at the Valentine's admission as he took it far more literally than the other male had intended. Certainly not the Aesir and the Vanir? But there was always the chance... oh, how he would kill to be amongst more like-minded wolves, even if only for a day... "My name is Kaprasíus," the brute would offer, slightly offhandedly, realizing he'd forgotten proper introductions. His staggering would slow slightly as he drew to his front, finally flopping down lazily in front of him.