ardent

The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost



Kaprasíus

Loner

age
10 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Medium
posts
149
05-15-2015, 07:30 AM (This post was last modified: 05-15-2015, 07:31 AM by Kaprasíus.)
It didn't surprise him at all that Katja considered him one of Loki's many children; they were, after all, born of the very gods they worshiped. The calm that surrounded Katja was deeply contagious as he grew relaxed as he slipped next to her, to her right side, fixing his single working eye on her. The stars were calling her north, though whether it was a pull toward the future or a calling from the past seemed unsure. Musing, he'd let his gaze rise to the sky, examining the vast array of twinkling lights overhead.

"Sie sagen mir viele Dinge," he would begin, his nose wrinkling as his head tilted higher to stare intently overhead. "Sie sprechen von der Herrlichkeit, dass wir zu unserer Familie und unseren Göttern bringen" he began somberly, his voice uncharacteristically calm.  "Sie erinnern mich an das Leben kurz geschnitten, der Freyleif und Einvir, der in Valhalla feiern und warten auf unsere Ankunft." A soft sigh escaped his lips as his head bowed, a moment of thoughtfulness taking over him. "Sie sagen mir, sie sind froh, dass ich nicht mehr mit Jaeger, der sie an Asgard gezwungen weit, bevor sie bereit waren." He had watched his brother kill their siblings; had watched him bathe in their blood and play with their innards. He'd been morbidly curious about the whole thing, but only in retrospect did he realized that it was never something he himself would've done. Perhaps to someone else, but not to family. It was never something he'd discussed with Katja; still he remembered her fierce demand to know where Jaeger was, for she wanted him to pay for his crimes, but still she didn't know just how deeply Kapra had loved him despite everything.

How might things be different now if he had stopped him that night?

It was not a Viking tradition to mourn so openly nor to regret, and so he would shake his head finally and clear his throat, as though he might shake the very thoughts from his head. "Was tun Sie für Ufir zu planen?" the brute would ask finally, his gaze falling on her again, curious - but also wanting to shift the topic from such matters.


WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.