Messages In This Thread

Tiberii · 2/6/2026, 1:01 AM

Somehow, in the deep recesses of her heart, she hoped that Vidarr would just … not notice how utterly unstable she was. Or, perhaps she would simply hope that he would be courteous enough not to bring it up, even if he noticed the instability painted across every cracked feature of her face.

But Vidarr did notice. And he would bring it up.

“You look…tense.”

Her lip would curl, a spark of her previous ire threatening with a flash from behind her golden eyes. Tense? Tense didn’t begin to cut it. “We had a saying, ‘The wise man must know the measure of his own strength.’” The Bull would swallow her emotion, nearly choking on it. And much to Vidarr’s likely dismay, Tiberii didn’t ponder his words at all, she simply puffed. I get it, I get it.

Though the shredded wolverine would argue otherwise.

Vidarr neared her, testing her boundaries with familiar, soft motions toward her. If it were any other, perhaps she would have moved away, perhaps she would have snapped — but Vidarr was practically family, and Tiberii would soften slightly as she allowed him to groom the gore from her fur. As he did so, his voice would speak more, offering melodic vocals that would hide the soft chiding he would deliver.

Knowing when to rest.

Ain’t got time ta rest, Vidarr. Her head would turn sharply toward him, not challenging him, but instead questioning him — his logic, at least. Of course, Vidarr was right. Tiberii had been learning, up until recently, that she needed the help of Dawnbreak just as much as they needed her. But didn’t have time for that anymore. Not with everyone disappearing and the world ending and the grip of eternal winter at their doorstep.

“Are you alright? Be honest.”

Not with her heart broken and her willpower struggling in the wake of that.

She would pull her gaze from him, looking back toward the bloodied ground. The carcass. The wake of her anger painted across the snowbanks. I’m tryn’ tha best I know how. That much wasn’t a lie. She hid within her own heartbreak, keeping it close to her chest. Inside, she was a girl who missed her family, an aching woman with a broken heart who’d lost her first love and her best friends, and a leader who had lost half of her clan. But on the outside she was the broad-shouldered warrior who could carry it all, she was the relentless protector … she was the sister with a warm smile at Dalmatia’s wedding while her insides were clawed to shreds.

She was many things. But she was not alright.

This is what I know how ta do, she relented with a soft grunt, throwing her head as if a gesture to the destruction at their feet.

[Image: ddmgbwy-60b4b68a-ffd3-45e3-8772-545ca4ac...YDh98WKmTY]

Welcome Back!

Greetings Stranger!

Frostfang Vale

HÖNK