Norðrljós
12-24-2015, 07:55 PM
Inga stirred from her dreams, she could feel a stirring in the air, an electricity that rippled down her spine as her earthen eye's gazed out the opening of her den. Balthazarr and Branwen stood just outside the lip of her den. Their silouettes black against waves of green flame that hung in the sky and her eyes widened. "Norðrljós" she whispered, eyes drinking in the sight as a streak of bright magenta began to appear with the green. Rising from her den she strode out into the chill of the night, the stars lighting up the sky underneath the eerie bands of color. With a grin on her maw she howled for any pack members that might wish to rise and view the lights with her… and perhaps hear a few stories.
Branwen leaned against her left foreleg, Balthazaar against her right as they watched the lights in silent awe.
"Speech"
12-30-2015, 07:43 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-30-2015, 07:43 PM by Kaprasíus.)
Inga was old.. but truth be told, so was he. Katja wasn't exactly a spring chicken herself, either. Kaprasius couldn't help but feel drawn to her; she was a kindred spirit, despite their differences. He was certain they had much in common, even if it wasn't readily apparent, and he knew they shared similar ideals. Slowly he stirred awake, aroused from his slumber by the gentle lights that flickered to and fro across his closed eyelids. They lit up the night sky in a lovely palette of colors, purple and green and blue and everything in between. Jaws would unhinge, parting in a wide yawn as he slowly pulled himself upright and slipped from his den.
The night was refreshingly bitter and he shuddered at the sudden cold as he moved into the night. Inga's call was clear and inviting, and with ease he would begin to make his way up the slight incline at the base of the mountain, his nostrils flaring as he searched for her.
"Evening, Inga," he called out amiably to her, his voice heavy with the remnants of sleep that clung to him. "Enjoying the display?" He flashed a toothy grin at her, lazily moving to sit near her and gaze up at the night sky.
The night was refreshingly bitter and he shuddered at the sudden cold as he moved into the night. Inga's call was clear and inviting, and with ease he would begin to make his way up the slight incline at the base of the mountain, his nostrils flaring as he searched for her.
"Evening, Inga," he called out amiably to her, his voice heavy with the remnants of sleep that clung to him. "Enjoying the display?" He flashed a toothy grin at her, lazily moving to sit near her and gaze up at the night sky.
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.
01-09-2016, 11:47 AM
Lyndvarr wasn't sure at first why he'd woken. He blinked in the darkness wondering if he'd had some strange dream that had stirred him from his rest but if that were the case sure the phantoms of the dream would be left clinging to the outside of his vision. It was only when he turned his head that he saw lights dancing across the sky. His ears laid back as he watched. For some reason the Northern Lights always set him on edge. He certainly didn't think that strange, shifting fire in the sky was a sign of anything good but he wouldn't let his wariness show. What was it his mother had said bout the Northern Lights? Was it something about dancing spirits? Or were they indeed trails of heavenly fire? Lynd frowned, fighting the rise of sorrow in his chest. Day by day it seemed his mothers voice was drifting farther from him. Her scent fading. He closed his eyes, willing the memories to renew. Lyndvarr sighed. He wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he knew that much. So the man got to his feet and slipped out of the den to get a drink when he noticed Inga and Kapra gazing at the sky. Slowly he moved to join them, sitting on the other side of Inga. "God kveld, Kapra, Inga." He paused for a moment before glancing at the pair. "Say Inga… what are those lights in the sky? I mean I know what they're called but what are they?" Walk, "Talk" Think |