4/8/2025, 12:42 PM
「 Skill Point ― scout 」
Their child had gone missing from the island, another one lost to the tundra out of the blue. Tyr had notified Cupid, but both of the father's worry was evident. It had to be when they'd lost so much in so little time. Sindri was one of the smaller of the pack, nowhere near the size of the titans that Tyr had sired. She was fair game on her own, even with her fear blindness. If anything, that put her at further risk of endangerment.
Like now.
The northern summit was like a dark omen, casting a shadow of dread on the male as he ventured through the fading winterscape. The tyke's scent wandered alone, roaming towards the mountain as if something pulled at her being. It was a pull that, so too, Tyr felt deep within his tightly bound chest. Fear ebbed and flowed through the god's blood, worry marring his expression as his features tensed with furrowed brows.
What was going on?
A whistle in the wind, a frigid cold that began to circle his body as he began his ascent. Her scent blurred as the burning scent of sulphur began to fizzle, memories of the great fires from the year before retracing his mind's eye. Something was wrong. It smelt volcanic, just like the hot springs, but the snow... It was the snow that was leaden with the smell.
Alarm bells were ringing in his mind. The gods, this had to be the gods. Odin was punishing him for allegiance, for his mortal body that he refused to give up. Tyr felt his teeth clench and jaw tick. Was the Allfather going to claim yet another one of his children? Sindri wasn't even his blood but it still pained him the same.
With each step climbing higher, his lungs struggled more. They burned, wheezed, and spluttered. It was only when he paused to take a breather that he began to notice the array of other scents lured to this place. Panic furthered the pounding of his heart, the norseman hurrying to rush up to the summit.
He didn't care who he ran past, he was blind to them in that moment. He had a goal and that was to find his child. His daughter.
She was finally in sight, the blinkered man clambouring to her side with a flurry of words falling from his lips.
It was only then that he looked around him, his scattered eyes looking briefly at all the strange faces until they landed on the obvious. The snow, it had changed.
It was purple.
Like now.
The northern summit was like a dark omen, casting a shadow of dread on the male as he ventured through the fading winterscape. The tyke's scent wandered alone, roaming towards the mountain as if something pulled at her being. It was a pull that, so too, Tyr felt deep within his tightly bound chest. Fear ebbed and flowed through the god's blood, worry marring his expression as his features tensed with furrowed brows.
What was going on?
A whistle in the wind, a frigid cold that began to circle his body as he began his ascent. Her scent blurred as the burning scent of sulphur began to fizzle, memories of the great fires from the year before retracing his mind's eye. Something was wrong. It smelt volcanic, just like the hot springs, but the snow... It was the snow that was leaden with the smell.
Alarm bells were ringing in his mind. The gods, this had to be the gods. Odin was punishing him for allegiance, for his mortal body that he refused to give up. Tyr felt his teeth clench and jaw tick. Was the Allfather going to claim yet another one of his children? Sindri wasn't even his blood but it still pained him the same.
With each step climbing higher, his lungs struggled more. They burned, wheezed, and spluttered. It was only when he paused to take a breather that he began to notice the array of other scents lured to this place. Panic furthered the pounding of his heart, the norseman hurrying to rush up to the summit.
He didn't care who he ran past, he was blind to them in that moment. He had a goal and that was to find his child. His daughter.
She was finally in sight, the blinkered man clambouring to her side with a flurry of words falling from his lips.
å takk gudenehe uttered before pulling the child into a rushed embrace, turning her to face him as he hurriedly looked the piebald child over,
Jeg trodde du var borte, dumme jente!
It was only then that he looked around him, his scattered eyes looking briefly at all the strange faces until they landed on the obvious. The snow, it had changed.
It was purple.
