6/19/2025, 9:42 PM
「 Skill Point ― heartbroken 」
In the corner of his eye, the man spied the one in red bowing ever so slightly, and Tyr barked out a hearty laugh,
Not that gods were immortal, they too had fates that simply outlived others. They were destined to die at Ragnarok, but Freya had once thought that if they simply killed the cause, they would continue to live forever. It was difficult to outrun fate, and everyone was plagued by its haste.
Every time he thought of those crones, his heart skipped a beat, and fear arose all the same. They were all knowing, all powerful; they were time itself. They sparked fear into the smartest of all humanity, if they knew what was best for them. Such women were savage, and they didn't hold their punches. Much like him, when they took the lives of his children. Tove was too young, Trygve was too young, they were all too young. The thought caused the man to look to the side, away from Thor, as he gritted his teeth and felt the incessant ticking of his jaw.
Fuck the fates. He would destroy them all.
You do not need to be so formal, brother. We are all equal in the mortal realm, nei?his eyes seemed to reflect his humour as he encouraged the man to raise his head with a slap of his paw to Thor's shoulder.
Not that gods were immortal, they too had fates that simply outlived others. They were destined to die at Ragnarok, but Freya had once thought that if they simply killed the cause, they would continue to live forever. It was difficult to outrun fate, and everyone was plagued by its haste.
You know, I found one of the norn wandering these isles. If you wish to pray for a new fate, she would be the one to go to. I am not sure of her whereabouts, but if she wishes to be found, I am sure you will find her.There was a note of seriousness to his voice, but it was subtle within his suggestion. She was a greedy one, and of course, one of three. If one had come, perhaps the others would follow, but they did not truly harness their powers in this land, not if he could not.
Every time he thought of those crones, his heart skipped a beat, and fear arose all the same. They were all knowing, all powerful; they were time itself. They sparked fear into the smartest of all humanity, if they knew what was best for them. Such women were savage, and they didn't hold their punches. Much like him, when they took the lives of his children. Tove was too young, Trygve was too young, they were all too young. The thought caused the man to look to the side, away from Thor, as he gritted his teeth and felt the incessant ticking of his jaw.
Fuck the fates. He would destroy them all.
