They all come to me in the end. It is hard to ignore the plight of the mortals. Even when I was alive, I could not bear to ignore it.
Even as I am now I am not free of it, but it only further proves this is who I was meant to be.
When I arrived here, my mate was so elated to have me back but he knew I would grow tired without a job to do, or a purpose. Not too long after rejoining him did I decide to forge my own field of Folkvangr. There, I am able to oversee the battles of the mortal bound souls, and tend to those who have died in those battles.
Those souls dwell with me in my hall of Sessrúmnir, and the other souls go to my husband in his hall.
Though I doubt he has been seeing many people as of late, staring at that basin all day long.
So this is what his tattoos look like!! There are also some on his back which I will draw later yes
>Here you are! Back in the real of mortals once again, You should have left earlier but then Master Oudin was talking to many people, and your curiosity got the best of you, what a bother your bird brain was at times.
>You spent a good two days fluttering around the villiage that the locals call King’s Holm, before you found who you were looking for.
>The Fenrir child! The Skoll boy! Yes, yes, you have found him and the first part of your mission is complete.
>You land lightly on the windowsill of the massive stone hall, and peer into the firelit window. Ah yes, that was definately him! You can tell by the golden hair. But what is he doing..?
>Sleeping??? But it was already so late, how can he still be sleeping? What a lazy boy indeed.
>This will not do at all, your mission was to observe him, and there is nothing to observe while he sleeps soundly. You are not a dream reader!
>Besides, he obviously has slept in long enough! It is so late, he will miss his entire day!
>Wake up! Wake up you lazy child of Fenrir! Do not waste your day! There is much work to be done!
>The boy groans audibly and pulls the fur covers over his head. Yes! Your plan is working! He seems to be waking up and-
>Did he throw a boot at the window?? GOODNESS what a wicked boy, he truly must be of Fenrir’s blood, just as master Oudin predicted.
>While you were indeed more active since your talk with Papa, you were a lot more quiet. You had a lot less outbursts caused by homesickness, and more active with walking around the hall or eating at the table between Routta and Mr. Perth-… Perth, as he kept insisting you called him. But you were still very quiet as you observed the warriors go on with their nights. Sometimes you would have questions, but otherwise you were practically almost as silent as Mr. Uruz.
>They seemed so happy. They seemed so content.
>But how does that work when there’s no structure of the hemospectrum?
> Gently….push the little naked girl back down so that she was at a respectable level. Its hard not to smile, but…..these antics could wear on you if you weren’t careful.
> Once shes there you stroke her head affectionately.
There we go.
>NUZZLE PRETTY FREYJA
«Lots of love for you!!»
«Moirail says no singing.»
«Voice affects people. Magic strongest during song.»
«No want mortals to die yet!»
«I NO LIKE!!»
«Moirail makes me cover lower half… I no like one bit!!»
«I want no clothes. I want run around free!»
I’m having way too much fun doing the Chica voice
(voice of Freddy is themrcreepypasta btw)
«So much hair. No play with it.»
My girlfriend sneezed and I accidentally said shut the fuck up instead of saying bless you
how do you accidentally say shut the fuck up
«They walk to death.»
«Before death, kill and hunt with Mate.»
«Moirail found us. We join cause.»
>What word again…?