2/5/2025, 5:09 AM
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Thread Title: Shrek 2: 「 Changes 」
All welcome but for Sólúlfur and Nóttin
OOC note: This thread is placed sometime after this one. so she is likely a bit injured and I’ll just vaguely describe it.
Their stay in Northfall had been a nice break from the dark, ominous feel of Mistveil, but it came at a cost—everything always did. While she was not in perfect health, she was alive. There was a moment she was nearly certain Te Kā was going to grab her throat and squeeze until her body was an empty husk in the snow. A shutter trickled down Freya’s spine, guard hairs lifting as her instincts recalled the danger.
The woman began to wonder, if he had lunged at her, what would she have done: fight, flight, or freeze? Knowing her luck, her body would fail to cooperate and she would stand there, all owl eyed and served up on a silver platter for the Saint. Freya’s ears pinned to her crown, head lowering to hang between her shoulders as she cautiously maneuvered the still-unknown layout of Northfall. The whole situation was strange, as she had become used to hiding in Joxer or Jaxxon’s shadow, be it by choice or not. To walk without a barrier between herself and the outside world felt… vulnerable.
Freya began to search for somewhere—anywhere— to simply exist. Her body ached, and she wanted nothing more than to rest and tend to her injuries.
Thread Title: Shrek 2: 「 Changes 」
All welcome but for Sólúlfur and Nóttin
OOC note: This thread is placed sometime after this one. so she is likely a bit injured and I’ll just vaguely describe it.
Their stay in Northfall had been a nice break from the dark, ominous feel of Mistveil, but it came at a cost—everything always did. While she was not in perfect health, she was alive. There was a moment she was nearly certain Te Kā was going to grab her throat and squeeze until her body was an empty husk in the snow. A shutter trickled down Freya’s spine, guard hairs lifting as her instincts recalled the danger.
The woman began to wonder, if he had lunged at her, what would she have done: fight, flight, or freeze? Knowing her luck, her body would fail to cooperate and she would stand there, all owl eyed and served up on a silver platter for the Saint. Freya’s ears pinned to her crown, head lowering to hang between her shoulders as she cautiously maneuvered the still-unknown layout of Northfall. The whole situation was strange, as she had become used to hiding in Joxer or Jaxxon’s shadow, be it by choice or not. To walk without a barrier between herself and the outside world felt… vulnerable.
Freya began to search for somewhere—anywhere— to simply exist. Her body ached, and she wanted nothing more than to rest and tend to her injuries.
