04-04-2021, 08:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-23-2021, 02:32 AM by Aso. Edited 1 time in total.)
Time had ticked by slowly since reuniting with the group led by his brothers, painfully so. The bite marks atop Rökkvi's obsidian snout were healing well and the sting no longer remained to remind him of the shame of that day, but that did not mean he'd forgotten. @Stjörnuáti's demand request had been that he locate him when he was done being a "childish fool", something the ironborn could see clear enough now that the dust had settled, but he'd always been a stubborn creature and continued to avoid admitting responsibility for his actions. Sooner or later he would indeed seek the stareater, but until then he would hold onto the hope that such an encounter would happen accidentally.
As the sun began to dip that evening, the brute roamed the raven's keep to better explore its higher reaches. The air felt thin and the temperature dipped; he enjoyed the familiar bite of cold on his paw pads and was content to press his flanks to various rocks and cliffsides as he went. It was only when the wind picked up and the frozen rain came that the rogue turned focus from exploring to seeking shelter, as he didn't feel much like being buffeted to his death on the more narrow trails he'd happened across.
Hail settled among the coarse furs of his nape and shoulders, and clung there as he ducked his head into the small entrance of an ice cave that he found, and he moved as deep into the little cave as he could. Rökkvi puffed up his pelt to trap the air beneath his guard hairs and pressed himself to the rear of the hollow as he lowered himself to lick the excess moisture from his lower limbs and wait out the worst of the hailstorm.
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As the sun began to dip that evening, the brute roamed the raven's keep to better explore its higher reaches. The air felt thin and the temperature dipped; he enjoyed the familiar bite of cold on his paw pads and was content to press his flanks to various rocks and cliffsides as he went. It was only when the wind picked up and the frozen rain came that the rogue turned focus from exploring to seeking shelter, as he didn't feel much like being buffeted to his death on the more narrow trails he'd happened across.
Hail settled among the coarse furs of his nape and shoulders, and clung there as he ducked his head into the small entrance of an ice cave that he found, and he moved as deep into the little cave as he could. Rökkvi puffed up his pelt to trap the air beneath his guard hairs and pressed himself to the rear of the hollow as he lowered himself to lick the excess moisture from his lower limbs and wait out the worst of the hailstorm.
+1 Discovery Points
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