A raven's caw. A wolf's howl. A rolling mist, thick and seemingly impenetrable. A dawn that seemed to stretch forever. A circling of ravens. A mountain tall, splicing the horizon, a deep and intrinsic feeling of home.
The raven's caw again.
Again.
Again.
Eyes opened, a low and rumbling groan leaving him as he pulled away from his slumber. He felt like he had been asleep for weeks, months, even, a pressure discomfiting his skull as it lifted from the ground -- ice? As surely as he was a wolf of the north, this was a shelter of ice and glass, the crystalline color bright and vibrant even though he could see no entrance from where he lay.
Nudging the dark form that lay next to him, pressing close to no doubt share warmth between them, Stjornuati sought to wake his brother. Perhaps he would know how they ended up here, in this frozen palace. “Bróðir. @Solpallur, vaknaðu.”
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The raven's caw again.
Again.
Again.
"Vakna."
Eyes opened, a low and rumbling groan leaving him as he pulled away from his slumber. He felt like he had been asleep for weeks, months, even, a pressure discomfiting his skull as it lifted from the ground -- ice? As surely as he was a wolf of the north, this was a shelter of ice and glass, the crystalline color bright and vibrant even though he could see no entrance from where he lay.
Nudging the dark form that lay next to him, pressing close to no doubt share warmth between them, Stjornuati sought to wake his brother. Perhaps he would know how they ended up here, in this frozen palace. “Bróðir. @Solpallur, vaknaðu.”
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