5/20/2025, 11:22 PM
You don't have to freak out about it, She offered, and he whirled as though yanked back by an invisible chain.
His pacing brought him back toward his half-sister, an agitated scowl carved deep within his features. Bragi claimed the world wasn't about to end, not for a long time - and what did she know, false-seer that she was? Had she seen the end, did she know when it was coming?
He'd seen it. Tasted it like scorching ash and coal and burning flesh on his scalded-numb tongue. The chariot was his, it was destined. He squinted at the light cast across the snow-covered island, dawn's rosy gold tones creeping up his dark paws as he stared at them, broodingly silent for a second.
It is coming, little sister. It is fated - it has been seen. Skathi prophesized it.
A crescent of white edged his blue-amber eyes as he stared at the ground, struck dumb by the knowledge of what he was, and what it meant. Ragnarok was fated for this land - how soon? Who would perish in the carnage? How did he avert it? Could he? Would he even want to? Sverke could not look what he was head-on, not even within his own mind. He feared what he'd find if he unpacked the memories of another life. Was he Skoll, or Sverke? Were they one and the same? He shuddered, head to toe.
I'm going to go...He didn't want to be alone. But he needed to move.
Hunt something.
