1/21/2025, 6:18 PM
「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
With the disappearance of Freya and his children, Tyr had found himself living within her quarters while the children who remained slept. There was but 5 of them now, 3 having ascended with their mother. For the most part they remained strong, but there was definitely an air of confusion amongst the youngsters.
Tyr was also confused, and the more he remained in her den, the more it felt like he was clinging onto something that would not return.
Nestled amongst what he could describe as a dog pile, a storm aroused his sleep mind. The roar of thunder, the hammer of rain. The god were alive tonight. While he'd usually have brushed it off as his brother's yammering, Tyr found himself listening to the rustle of movement as someone scampered out of the den.
Often a dangerous expedition when Thor was around.
He couldn't help the urge to follow, being careful not to awaken the brood further as he unwound himself from the tangle of Asgeir's limbs. A clingy boy, that one. Perhaps protective of those who remained, just like himself. While the sun was setting, they were all asleep so early. Tired no doubt from the world that just turned upside down.
With one final look over his shoulder, he dove into the sea of rain and began to follow the creature of the night.
Little Rune, he recognised the dusky shades of blue as he followed from a distance. The girl seemed to be entranced by the storm, in tune with the raging thunder and claps of lightning that brought light to the darkened sky. He would often count the seconds between the strikes, amusing himself by trying to work out how near or far his brother was in the heavens. A guessing game, or hide and seek. A fond memory he looked upon.
A clearing was coming up ahead and she did not shy away while he stopped at the tree line. Colour him intrigued by her actions as he remained silent. Watching. Listening. A solitary tree in the meadow called to her it seemed. She saw something he didn't on the ancient trunk, drawing closer. Too close with the storm looming above as the pour rain drenched the pair of wolves.
It had been a while since the last lightning- white light errupted in front of him.
He didn't need to finish his sentence as he flinched back, blinded by the strike that let off an enormous roar accompanied with the deathly crack of the tree. With his heart within his throat, Tyr leapt forwards with a shout. He hadn't even opened his eyes yet but he could already feel the heat as he rapidly approached.
Finally his eyes opened, looking at the scene of burning before him. A fallen Rune amongst the snow, the corpse of the ancient tree split and burning from the inside out. He did not pay close enough attention to it, his daughter his first priority as he rushed to her side, looking over her frantically for any signs of injury.
Where would Cedar be if he needed him in this moment?
Tyr was also confused, and the more he remained in her den, the more it felt like he was clinging onto something that would not return.
Nestled amongst what he could describe as a dog pile, a storm aroused his sleep mind. The roar of thunder, the hammer of rain. The god were alive tonight. While he'd usually have brushed it off as his brother's yammering, Tyr found himself listening to the rustle of movement as someone scampered out of the den.
Often a dangerous expedition when Thor was around.
He couldn't help the urge to follow, being careful not to awaken the brood further as he unwound himself from the tangle of Asgeir's limbs. A clingy boy, that one. Perhaps protective of those who remained, just like himself. While the sun was setting, they were all asleep so early. Tired no doubt from the world that just turned upside down.
With one final look over his shoulder, he dove into the sea of rain and began to follow the creature of the night.
Little Rune, he recognised the dusky shades of blue as he followed from a distance. The girl seemed to be entranced by the storm, in tune with the raging thunder and claps of lightning that brought light to the darkened sky. He would often count the seconds between the strikes, amusing himself by trying to work out how near or far his brother was in the heavens. A guessing game, or hide and seek. A fond memory he looked upon.
A clearing was coming up ahead and she did not shy away while he stopped at the tree line. Colour him intrigued by her actions as he remained silent. Watching. Listening. A solitary tree in the meadow called to her it seemed. She saw something he didn't on the ancient trunk, drawing closer. Too close with the storm looming above as the pour rain drenched the pair of wolves.
It had been a while since the last lightning- white light errupted in front of him.
He didn't need to finish his sentence as he flinched back, blinded by the strike that let off an enormous roar accompanied with the deathly crack of the tree. With his heart within his throat, Tyr leapt forwards with a shout. He hadn't even opened his eyes yet but he could already feel the heat as he rapidly approached.
Rune! Are you okay, Uruz?!
Finally his eyes opened, looking at the scene of burning before him. A fallen Rune amongst the snow, the corpse of the ancient tree split and burning from the inside out. He did not pay close enough attention to it, his daughter his first priority as he rushed to her side, looking over her frantically for any signs of injury.
Where would Cedar be if he needed him in this moment?
