He'd been spending too much fucking time dwelling lately. Too much time trying to hold onto the things that had gone down with his father. The ailing, once king, a shadow of himself. Björn⁢ could feel the resentment building in his system, rolling and rocking through his body. It builds in all the worst ways... Björn⁢ is explosive on a good day. Things were only getting worse.

Drawing to a quiet stretch of beach on the eastern shores of Boreas, he allows himself to find a spot in the sand. Collapsing in it, back against one of the scrub trees, he waits. He watches. Collecting his thoughts and taking in the relative serenity of this place. There's too much peace here. There's too much peace everywhere. Once more, it's making the rot prince sick.

Red sun still hanging in the sky, his gaze on the still waters is unblinking. It's quiet. For now, it's quiet. At least it's only a matter of time. The breakpoint is coming.

"speech"

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Life was what you made it. Life was what you took. What you stole. What you fought for. The scars that riddled the body of the cobalt and cream brute were a testament to that. Lines of gouges, scratches, bite marks, all settled right beneath the giant's thick coat. He knew all about life and death and taking what he wanted. In fact, you could say that he was a bit of an expert. Blood stained the brutes creamy chest until it was almost black. He hadn't bothered to clean himself up after his latest escapade. He wore the blood and gore like a badge of honor. Sure, he'd take a dip eventually, but it was still so fresh. One might think that he was dying, should they happen upon him, but not a drop of it was his own. As he strolled along the beach, a figure up ahead caught Cal's attention. Mmm, should he alter course? ..Nah. No reason to. Continuing his path would take him right in front of the lounging wolf. Lips peeled back to flash rows of serrated teeth and the titan rumbled in deep, glacial tones, "Fine day, isn't it?" "Calibos Lir"

Scanning the beach, Björn can't put the right words together. The red sun, the moonless nights, the skies... they should be having more of an impact on the sea. He doesn't get why it wouldn't, especially as he takes in the Bay. Watching the way the land slopes and curves before him, the space it takes up. He rests heavily on his hip in the sand, trying to make sense of it. No sense would come, but then, how much sense was there to the end of days. Studying the land from his perch in the sand, trying to draw it in. Hold it to himself, as best he can. If only anything made fucking sense.

Björn isn't alone for long... when is he ever. A voice shattering the silence, breaking the spiraling patterns in his head. Gaze snapping up to the stranger, coated in gore and speaking with all of his teeth. "Is it?" Björn's tone is stiff, squinting against the red sky as he assesses the stranger. "Ragnarök is on the horizon, but I guess it's the closest we'll get to fine." A strange grin of his own slipping over the boy's features, a tilt of his antlered head. Watching. Waiting. A prophet of the end days, he'd call himself as much.

"speech"

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The boy seemed to contemplate his words for a moment, then responded with a sardonic question of his own. Cal's brow quirked and he waited while the lad mulled through his thoughts. In the end, he mentioned something about Ragnorslots and managed to grin, so... "I have no idea what that is, but it's a good day for me. Maybe it's a good day for both of us. We're breathing, neither of us look sick, we have our dashing good looks..." Giving his head a slight tilt, Calibos made a show of looking the younger brute over. "Full bellies and satisfied loins. The real treasures of life." Calibos was all about pleasure, about enjoying himself. Nothing kept him down for too long. Not when he could find something to brighten his mood fairly quickly. They weren't exactly PG, kid friendly things that he enjoyed, but hey... he was a god damned adult, so they didn't need to be. A little slap and tickle always lifted his mood, be it with brute or fae. A paw lifted and Cal gestured to the antlered lad. "Thoughts are like a maze. The more you indulge them, the deeper you traipse into your own mind. Sometimes you don't come out." Calibos leaned down, his golden gaze staring straight into those of the other male. "Are you stuck in there? Need the search party to find you?" "Calibos Lir"