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Ragnar missed his shield-maiden. He missed her with a fierce ache in the darkest contours of his heart. Leaving her had never been in the plan, nor had he necessarily wished to leave behind their infant children with her and yet the Gods had something different in mind for the Berserker; and Ragnar had to trust in Oðinn. The Allfather had greater plans for him even if he had torn him from everything he had built and all that he loved. Granted, this was not the first time Ragnar had left a busy life behind him but it was the first time in which the Northman truly felt the heavy weight of regret against his chest; though it was the absence of Thistle that he missed the most. Her smell, the contours of her small body that he knew so well, had taken the time to memorize. Yet, the longer he was away from her the more he feared he was beginning to forget. To forget her fierce temper that which rivaled the sea, the anger and passion of their fights, the bittersweet memories of the time spent making up that made each and every fight worth it. Even if he was wrong, even if she disagreed. It was always worth it, in the end.

The slate before him was clean; not plagued by the complications that his past left in it’s wake. Singular eye cast in the direction of the sun that which had taken to set over the shimmering horizon of the water. The Sea was a constant in his life and he he took comfort in that he could trust it to remain when the Allfather would tear him away from what he had built and force him to settle elsewhere as if his past had never happened. Only, it had and there was no way for the viking to remain untarnished by the relationships ...and accordingly the children ...he left behind him. They were all apart of him, his true love down to his first “wife” taken only to spite his eldest brother.

Once more the Viking found himself weary, tired. He was a conqueror and while he was still young he desired what all did: to settle, to nurture a family and stay. The sea brine kissed at his face, sticking to the puckered and pink scars, old things, that marred his face, his ears alert. He had begin to grow accustomed to having only a singular eye as Odinn did but it had shown the ugly side of it’s cons. It was still an encumbering thing, still caused strife and struggle. Yet, he believed he was still the warrior he’d always been, despite that currently this was not the case. He could function and he would learn to fight without it as one learned to fight without a limb. He was alive and as ambitious as ever and those were the most important things.


Feb 06, 2016 03:35 PM

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She wasn’t really sure what she was doing here other than crossing it off the meager list Rufus had given her, but here Ryd was, taking in the sight of this beach in the miserable fucking rain. It was quite a sight anyway, though. She watched with the same awe that she’d given the geysers, both water wonders incredible in their own right.

This one offered no warm steamy air, but it was big, really big. Endless, maybe? Even the lake had been pretty big, but she could see the northern mountains on the other side. Here, there seemed to be nothing in the distance. She wondered how far she’d get if she took a swim.

All in all, though, it seemed pretty, and pretty useless. He’d said the food was weird and the water was undrinkable, which of course naturally made her hungry and thirsty.

He’d also mentioned there were wolves here, really chill wolves. It just so happened that she managed to see one not far off, some real big guy with a surly face. That seemed the opposite of chill, but Ryd wasn’t a super chill type herself. “Yo!” she called out, making her petite spitfire self known.


Feb 07, 2016 08:21 PM — Post #1

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Quiet she sat there near some rocks, her back pressed against it. She stared, her face towards the ocean. One would think she was staring at the beautiful view, but she was not. No, her expression looked calm, almost as if she didn’t care about anything, but her body held some nervousness. She was staring at a wolf, not the ocean. A big muscled, white coated wolf with scars all over him, especially the left side of his face; Ragnar, her savior.
Priestess feared him, but also respected him. She was his slave, because he was her savior, and she owned him everything. She owned him her whole life. She would never stray from him, but she would find herself always sitting a bit away from him, enough space between them, because she feared him. Why did she never run away when she had the chance? Because there was no other life for her out there. She was his, he owned her. Even if she left for a bit, she would always find herself returned to his side. She was like a mindless robot.


Priestess sighed, staring at the sand below her paws. She shifted her small toes and dug them in the sand, and some wind blew the sand over her whole paws. Lifting her front paws the sand fell off and whirled away in the wind. Ears pressed against her skull and tail against her side, she looked back at the one that would always lead her, wherever she went. Wherever they went.
She almost felt tempted to get up and sit beside him, as he laid there so calmly and quietly, but her fear made her stay in one place, hidden from the world, yet there in his reach if he needed her. Ragnar seemed to be thinking, and Priestess wondered what was on his mind. She guessed it might be his last mate, who he had to leave behind, or just his whole life in general. It was really calm at the ocean today and believing in Odinn and the other gods, it made her feel at home.
But then the peace was destroyed by the voice of a female wolf, and Priestess lifted her head to see a small female standing there, looking straight at Ragnar. She had not seen Priestess? Good, she guessed. She actually didn’t really care anymore.


This female seemed to be just as small as she was, around Priestess’ size, though Priestess wondered of big of a difference there was between them, and who was smaller and who was bigger. She knew Ragnar could take care of himself, but being his slave, she felt the need to come to his aid and protect him, give her life for him. And so with no mind of her own, Priestess got to her paws and walked over to Ragnar. She stood still there, standing close near the male and in between him and the female.
’‘Ragnar…’‘ she whispered, her words cold, her body nervous. But she stood her ground nonetheless. And as if it suddenly was a different wolf, she looked at the female and gave her a weak smile. ’‘Hey there, nice to meet you…’‘ she said, even though she didn’t sound too happy. She never moved away from Ragnar.
Priestess really was an odd wolf.

(She is so weird, I love her. xD
Sees wolf and just jumps in front of Ragnar ‘‘let me give my life for you, oh savior’‘, then she is just nice to those who stand in Ragnar’s way or those who she feels the need to protect him from. Wow…)


Feb 08, 2016 05:15 AM — Post #2

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The berserker did not move, contented to stare out at the horizon, set aflame by the setting sun, knowing that out there somewhere Thistle was seeing the same horizon ...or she would. He did not know how far he’d traveled away from her, or even if they were on the same side of the world. He only knew that he had left his shield-maiden at the whim and yet power of the Allfather. Because there was little as resolute as Ragnar’s belief in Odinn, in all of the viking gods and goddesses. He was numb to the chill of the salty brine that kissed and stuck to the long and coarse tendrils of platinum silver fur, sticky where the salt water residue stuck to the puckered and faded scars on the left side of his face, and the empty and scarred eye socket. Odin gave his eye for knowledge, but I would give much more. Perhaps this was the Allfather’s way of testing him, of testing that brazen statement he’d made years ago now. Yet, clearly his desire to acquire knowledge had not left him for if it had Ragnar very much doubted that he would be here now.

Where ever here was.

Yet, he was not alone. There was one woman who remained a constant in his life: through all of the wives, through all of the children he’d sired it was always she who remained over them, in the end. His Priestess. She had managed to hold his astute interest through all four wives, and even through the brief flings. Ragnar was a fickle beast, but the Priestess always seemed to, somehow, keep his attention. It was different at times, but it was more than any other woman in the Jarl’s life could claim. He looked to her now, his singular eyed gaze flickering lazily to her, where she lay a little ways away from him but still near. Near but not near enough. He’d often wondered if, somewhere along the line, her fear had developed into something else for him. Not hatred but it’s opposition Love? While it did seem like something of a stretch to the Viking, Ragnar did not rule it out as a possibility. He never asked and she was not habitually forthcoming with him. She was a timid and meek creature that followed him obediently ...even when he did not ask her to. In some ways, she did it of her own will these days. After all, he’d given her plenty of chances to seize her freedom from him and yet she never did.

Ragnar had been about to summon Priestess closer to him only for the guttural words to die in his throat before he could even inhale to speak. A voice called out to him, tearing his attention away from his Priestess to the stranger that had called out to him. Ragnar wasn’t sure, exactly who or what a “Yo” was but he understood he was being addressed and the berserker pushed himself to his paws in accordance, his head swinging towards the stranger, exposing his single eye and the ugly scars (and eye socket) that marred a once extremely handsome face. Perhaps it still was handsome on the side that remained untouched by his faith, war, and gods but he could not be the judge of such things.

There was the sound of shifting sand, originating from where the Priestess had lain moments before and the ivory creature drew nearer to her berserker, causing a small shudder to ripple it’s way down his spine as he felt her nearness, giving him what he’d been about to ask for without anything other than sheer coincidence. Still, Ragnar wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. The priestess murmured his name, but her voice was cold, her body held tense before his own, placing herself between him and the lone woman that had joined them. He rolled his eye in a theatrical way and let out a low snort. As if he needed her to protect him. He rather liked to think their roles were quite reversed in that respect. Despite this, the marred berserker was silent though he moved forward, muzzle extending towards the priestess to press his black, leathery nose against her neck in a silent gesture for her to step to his side as opposed to standing as a barrier.


Feb 09, 2016 06:30 PM — Post #3

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Oh boy, look, there was another one. A girl around her size, but all white, stood next to Surly White Dude. No, wait, not stood next to. She decided to step in front? Like… some kind of shield?

Weird.

She greeted her though, which was miles above what Surlyboy offered. Shrugging, Ryd tossed her a quick nod. “So uh, are you two the beach wolves?”

A lot less ‘chill’ than she thought they would be… Weren’t chill wolves supposed to be laughing around and playing and shit? Meh, whatever. Maybe she’d flounce off and do her own things if the inhabitants were as useful as all this rain. Or maybe she’d try to have her own fun…


Feb 09, 2016 11:41 PM — Post #4

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As she stood between Ragnar and the stranger, she could hear the shifting of paws behind her. And soon Priestess felt a nose against her neck. She rolled her eyes in the direction where the feeling came from, her body tensing slightly. It was Ragnar; he was not hurting her, but her fear was still real. He pressed a bit, did he want her to step aside? Could she do that? She had no choice, he ordered her to. And so Priestess stepped away from him and ended up somewhere near him, yet a bit more behind, casting herself in the shadows of her savior. Her body was less tense now, but she still kept her two different colored eyes on the male now and then, but also on the small female in front of them.
Why had she decided to step in between and protect Ragnar, anyway? This stranger was around Priestess’ size; Ragnar could take her if she meant any harm towards them.


The female asked if they were the beach wolves, which was an unknown term to Priestess. She looked at Ragnar with questioning eyes but was too afraid to address him and so she stayed quiet. Turning her head back to the stranger, she felt the need to say something, but she wasn’t sure what she could say. Or if she was allowed to speak.
’‘We…’‘ she whispered in a soft hoarse voice, before rolling her eyes back at Ragnar, who stood beside her. He was so big, he really towered over her. He intimidated her, he scared her. Still she stayed loyal to him, because she had nowhere else to go. Her life had no meaning without his guidance, without his ordering. She sought for an expression on his face, the good side of his face. Any signs of him not willing for her to speak, but she wasn’t sure if he wanted her to or not. Her eyes darted back to the stranger, who still stood there.
Priestess parted her jaws again to speak, but only a soft sigh came out, sort of a sigh; there was not much sound to it.


She looked at the ground for a moment, ears pressed back against her skull now. Was she allowed to speak? Would he hurt her if she did speak? Priestess took a deep breath. It had probably taken at least a minute after the last word had been spoken. She would do it, she would speak and break the silence. And if Ragnar hurt her, so be it. If she wasn’t allowed to speak, she deserved any punishment that came her way.
’‘You could call us that… every ocean is our home… Odinn is our main god…’‘ she mumbled, her voice turning into a soft whisper as she ended it. There was not really any fear in her voice, just coldness even if there was a weak smile on her face. But she was afraid, even though she barely felt it anymore. She had grown quiet and careful over the year. It was her personality now, her life. ’‘We… didn’t arrive her long ago.’‘
No words were spoken to Ragnar. She turned her head away, staring at the coast’s sand again. Her eyes didn’t really hold any emotion, she just stared into nothingness. If Ragnar wanted to speak he could, though if he refused to, Priestess didn’t mind explaining themselves to this stranger. She had no other job, really.


Feb 10, 2016 06:33 AM — Post #5

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(skipping ragnar. Victoria, pop back in if you get a chance!)

Huh, okay. Girl said something about gods, which flew right over Ryd’s head because she was a godless heathen. And every ocean? Was there more than one? And “they didn’t arrive here long ago?” What a weird way to speak.

“Okayy, so that means you just got here. Cool. Basically you aren’t the wolves who supposedly live here.” Ryd sighed and looked over the land, ignoring the silent big male because he was about as interesting as a rock right now.

“So what is there to do on ‘every ocean’ that you make your home? Seems pretty boring.”


Feb 15, 2016 12:02 PM — Post #6

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(Hnnnng, join back in whenever you want and can, Victoria. <3)


Ragnar remained quiet, and it made Priestess uncomfortable. But she guessed that he would let her do the talking for now. Maybe he thought that this stranger was no interest for him. Priestess should have known that maybe, very maybe, this stranger was wasting Ragnar’s precious time. But of course, the female could never look in his head, so she wasn’t very certain as to why the male said something at all.
The stranger asked if they had only just arrived here, Priestess nodded her head. No, they were not the wolves that lived here, but she would like to live here since it brought them closer to their main god in a way. She glanced at Ragnar for a moment, hoping that he would consider actually staying here. Because there was not much food. But the view, the view and the sound of the water plashing against rocks. And that wonderful salty smell of the ocean. Priestess felt very close to Odinn here, and she liked the feeling.


When Ryd said she found the ocean boring, and asked them what there was to do around here, Priestess looked back at the female with a shocked expression on her face. For a moment it even sounded like she let a gasp escape her mouth; she did not understand, she didn’t know Ragnar and Priestess and their religion. Though, she did not blame the stranger. Not everyone was like Ragnar and her, not everyone understood what they thought and saw and experienced, and what they believed. So her eyes softened, and she just stared at the stranger with a slight interest.
’‘The view is beautiful, and we feel closer to our gods.’‘ Priestess said in response, hoping the stranger would understand it. But what if the stranger didn’t have any religion? Then maybe they did not understand anything she said. ’‘Do you have any gods you believe in?’‘ she asked. It was kind of a personal question, but if this stranger did not, she would probably tell them right away. And if she did, well, then she should understand Priestess’ way of thinking.


Feb 22, 2016 05:45 AM — Post #7

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Ryd found these wolves to be too… hmm. What was the word, when you’re too concerned about what’s happening beyond what your senses can perceive and too out of touch with reality? Oh, out of touch was nice. It wasn’t a word, but it functioned.

Yeah, these wolves were too out of touch. Ryd had an idea of what gods and spirits and whatever were meant to be, but she had never subscribed to such figments. Why, when the world was so grand and gorgeous on its own?

“Nope,” she answered simply with a shrug. “Feels like a waste of time. I’m not interested, but you can do as you like,” she grinned, quoting her father again. But it wasn’t like Rufus was around to recognize it.

“So now what? You just sit and stare and pray to some random things beyond the invisible?” She hadn’t meant to sound so callous, but it was just who she was. Actually, if she said so herself, she was being quite tolerant.


Feb 26, 2016 09:58 AM — Post #8

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