06-14-2022, 04:15 PM
A read only! Rping with myself don't mind me.
Ragnar laid down on outside the cave of his den with a heavy sigh, his front legs over the cliff edge. Sindri sat at his side, her attention on the snow dusted mountains of their home. Ragnar had many things to be grateful, happy and prideful for yet he wanted more. Ragnar was four now. Damn near middle aged. He didn't want to wait for the war to end, not knowing the outcome of it. Didn't want to see if he would die from it and with it, die the name of Stormborn.
“We lost Gunthur when we arrived here and only the gods no where Asgeir fled to.”
Both his two sons and so all of them were gone. Young men by now that could have helped to rise the Stormborn name and make a jealous father of himself. He loved his girls but in order for the Stormborn to go on after he died, he needed sons.
“I'd like a woman who will take the name of Stormborn. Who has a love for children, whom might bare many so that our namesake will last through the generations as my Archer blood before it. A woman of strong heart and mind, even if not completely by strength. ” Though he would be lying if he said he did not wish for that, too.
He had slept with Chiharu but never saw her again. Ragnar didn't even know if something had become of their time though knew know that ir was no matter. They were at enemies by default now. The Queens of Elysium also had been his for a night yet knew their litter together was their own. Something special, something magical which he could not (would not) touch.
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