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Her magic was working and maybe in this equally magical world, she held a power of it stronger then she had ever before. She was no little and lithe woman, a pixie of delicate proportion and long legs, the many he had encountered thus far. No, she was an
Amazon, a mighty war maiden if he had ever saw one and he was quite pleased with himself that he was here to greet her into this new world.
And she, too, as her laughter carried into the winter wind, seemed just as pleased.
He dips his cream muzzle then, in silent gratitude for her words on behalf of his sister. Freyja was his twin you see and for every moment after their birth they had been one together, to pieces of a whole. Two beings perfectly balanced to one another. As whorish as Ragnar may have been, it was perhaps only because he had yet to find a woman who could even match up to what his sister had shown a great woman could be. The closest had been Frigg, wife of @
Sindri. Though even too her time with the family had been cut horribly short.
Ragnar would also not miss the smile which graced her blood splattered and freckled features as he mentioned the Gods. Her plush tail giving a thump to the earth which she had rose from. There was no mockery from her, no snide remark or rude laughter as he mentioned having seen a God fall from the sky. Many would think him bat shit crazy. Many would think him an absolute fool. But Ragnar, as it were, was much a believer in the Gods. He had
seen them- heard their voices and felt their touch. The closed-minded ways of simple minds did not shake Ragnar from what he knew to be true.
And Freya here? Being named after a Goddess herself, it only seemed fitting she would hold such beliefs too. She were named after the Goddess of love and life, war and death. The epitome of strength and beauty in a woman and Freya held the name very well.
Freya went onto say then that before this, she was a wolf. Fighting against enemies with friend and ally to her side. The way she worded her sentence, it made Ragnar wonder if there was a time before when she
wasn't a wolf. Had she been a God too? Or had she been mortal all along, just harboring the memory of life after life passed where so many others lost these memories upon their reincarnation? Ragnar was a visionary and he opened his arms to knowledge, greedily seeking answers where to many questions lie.
And then, an answering. Ragnar had not realized it, but he had been leaning into her every word, ears cupped forth and perked with absolute attention.
“Those of this world do not cease to amaze me...I would love to hear tales of your past lives sometime, if you'd have me.” A murmured breath from his lips. Of course, this included her. There was though others which had only prickled the hairs on his backside and left a bitter taste in his mouth. Mortals. Wolves of nothing but dull and simple nature. Ragnar had been lucky to find a pawful of those otherworldly, knowledgeable, spiritual,
boundless. @
Ghidorah, the fallen God. Alduin with his Harbinger Dove, warriors and shaman who wore skulls over their crowns. @
Krakarak, the raven whom was his loyal and one of his closest friends. @
Valmúa, who in this world had somehow found connection beyond her species. Thry had all tickled Ragnar's fancy. Freya here tickled far more...
“I am very sorry for your loss...” His golden ears fall and he sighs deeply, pale eyes moving off somewhere in the distance. His own most recent loss had not been far off and now war waded for her justice.
“Perhaps they too will meet you here one day.” In this place- the afterlife, a new life, heaven on earth. Whatever it were.
With her lifting, he turns back, to watch her both sheepishly and both to make sure she was well enough now. She draws nearer, arching around, he takes a deep breath, stilled.
“Not at all so glorious or magical as a rebirth, I'm afraid not.” He admits there honestly.
“Once my children were strong enough for travel, their mother and I left my family's Empire. After the war and after her mate's death, we wanted our own settlement, our own namesake in a new place, a new land. We traveled for quite some time and then going down for the night, we woke in this realm. ” His head tilts, eyes washing over her and then up, past her. His muzzle just out, pointing to one of the many mountain chains around in various distances.
“We found home in that northern mountain chain. With a love for the snowy peaks and the sea, the place seemed destined for us. Though good things do not come without challenge. Our little family has already suffered much loss since our awakening.” A frown, another deep sigh, his eyes cast away from the beautiful woman at his side.
Already when they had awoken here they lost a son. Then, not long after the settlement of a pack bordering their lands, a daughter murdered which in turn caused his only other son to vanish. With only two children remaining and their parents, the Stormborn House had become dwindled indeed. Ragnar had no intention of rolling over and playing dead, however. Not until he
was dead and maybe, if he were lucky, he would have a valkyrie something like Freya here to guide him home.
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