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Ragnar had been 100% certain that he had been seeing things and with this understanding that what he saw could not be possible, he moved in closer to figure out what it really was. Obviously, a large pile of brown, orange and red leaves of autumn could not be laying in the middle of a northern wasteland.

When he came nearer, his eyes only allowed him to believe more and more this to be true- leaves, out in the tundra, without a single source of tree around. “How in the fuck...?!” His words trailed off, completely confused as he came. He was hesitant, thinking this was some kind of trick. Thinking something might jump out at him. And then, soft barking, a twitch of limbs... “Who the fuck!?”

Mouth dropped. One ear back. Head tilt. Completely and utterly lost.
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And there was Ragnar, to be pleased with the sight of another largely built Amazonian woman. He was blessed by by Gods to hold one within his ranks now, a woman of many lifetimes. Ragnar wondered if this one came from another lifetime to be presented by him in the same manner which @Freya had. What better home for the Amazon then that northern mountain by the sea of which Viking claimed!?

Ragnar, continuously drawn in like a moth to flame for his lustrous curiosity. And this red woman here was much flame indeed.

Finally, roused after her groaning of defiance at being awoken, did the young woman lift her head from her bed to narrow a waking eye at him. She mimicked, being confused by his own confusion. “Maybe physically...” He murmurs, head still tilted and ear back as he takes one more step forward to her. “But my mind seems to be playing tricks on me this day. Your well aware your in the middle of the Tundra?” He speaks and reaches out a long blonde limb to sweep at the leaves of her bedding. Maybe she would catch his meaning then and be just as puzzled as he.
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Yet oh, how wrong she were, to think that he could not understand such things- or, maybe she were right, for Ragnar believed in great and many things though would never admit to understanding the magic and might of what all a God was capable of. Even living now with those once Gods themselves, Freya and Ghidorah, Ragnar still found himself so curious and wondering. Their conversations lead to many questions and left Ragnar only to want and know more, more, more...

Inspecting her own self and then inspecting him, a happy sing-song voice is playful and uncaring of her sudden pull from one world to the next or, in some cases, one time-line to the next.

“So you are unshaken by your Awakening then? That is a relief...” A playful sigh and his ears perked then both upright and he paws at the leaves again. “Though I'd say this is the first time I've encountered someone bring a part of another time with them...” He was learning something new every day and he figured yet still, the possibilities were endless. Maybe his children were not all that lost to him after all...
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She was such a nonchalant wolf, seemingly uncaring and unphased in what had happened to her. Ghidorah had been most unpleased with his coming here, having been cast from the heavens as punishment. Maybe being born again into another life was as natural to this wolf here as it was to @Freya. Freya too seemed quite alright with her new place in the realm as though it were but another chapter to her vast novel. Maybe, even, this woman before her was one of the 'soul-bound' Freya had told him about. Ragnar would need to mention it...

For now, however, he was caught off guard by a sudden wave of leaves, kicked up and sprayed all around him. Her playfulness was contagious, causing Ragnar to open his jaws, moving his head back and forth to mouth and bite at the falling leaves. He wore them now in his thick scruff, like a druid as he bounded around after the large red woman who snipped at his tail.

When she stops back in her pile of leaves, he snorts, using his front paws to stomp the ground playfully, his tail high in mock dominance. “Well I wasn't reborn.” Ragnar retorts.“ My family nor I. We just all slept after a long days travel and just, well, awoke here.” Same age, same body, same memories.

“I don't see anything wrong with your form.” He huffs, as though offended that she might be making fun of a wolf's look but in a manner he was commented on her own personal looks, too. Of course, if she were once a Goddess, being now a mortal in whatever body was likely off-putting. This one here handled it well.

A thousand times... He had heard her say that. Ragnar couldn't imagine living through time for so long. Couldn't fathom it. “My name is Ragnar Stormborn.” He addressed, “And you?” Then, another quick question. “You wouldn't happen to know Freya, would you?” Of course many who were norse both believed and worshipped the goddess. Not that they actually knew her, personally.
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“Well I suppose it is.” He said with a one-sided smile as she questioned if he had complimented her. Ragnar was not the type to shy away from confrontation, especially when it came to addressing a woman's attributes, physical or otherwise. Ragnar had himself a type, that was for certain. Thick woman and redheads. She was both.

To her huff, followed by a smirk and shake of her head, Ragnar shook his head the same and rolled his pale icy eyes with it. “No.” He said flatly. “During a storm.” He laid out the correction. “In my family on my mother's side, it was believed that being born during a storm was a sign of good luck.” He leaked a little bit of the back-story. Very few too knew that Stormborn had actually been his middle name shared with his twin sister, Freyja.

“Chantico...” He pondered over her name. “I've not heard of a God Chantico before.” He teased. Of course, Ragnar felt that many gods held many names, each given from their followers. Their true names were a mystery, lest spoken from their own mouth.

“I am.” Ragnar admits as he plops his golden ass on the ground. “I've heard and learned of many gods but it was not until I came to this land have I've seen them- even lived among them in my home. This is quite the magical place, Chantico.” Of course, she would already know that.
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A small genuine smile was offered to the large redhead as she had spoken after his mention of his family. How vast the name of 'Archer' went and yet in the vast scene of things probably did not go far enough. To some, an Archer was nothing while others a great pride and admiration. Ragnar knew such things would mean little to a Goddess, but Ragnar hoped to be known, even if only by those in this land. Different then Chantico.

“A deity which doesn't want to be known and so, worshipped? That's different...” He spoke with question and a tilting of his head. Most gods tend to lavish being known and all which came with it- the adornment and admiration, the praise of their name, the gifts, the sacrifices.

“Hrmmm...” He then pondered, thinking over her last bit. To come here, to live among the mortals, she needed to be mortal herself in turn. “I suppose when the gods created us, they didn't think to give us any.” He said in response to their lack of magic and rose one scarred brow at her. Sounded like a question for the Gods to answer and she was the one that had been one. “Why did you decide to become mortal?”
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Ragnar could think of many different reasons why the gods would find it fitting not to grant mortals with powers. Whether it be even just one thing- like controlling the waters, making plants grow or even being able to fly. Good always came with the bad and Ragnar figured things could quickly get out of paw. If wolves had a great advantage over everyone else, there would not be balance in the world. Would they even be considered mortal then, or gods themselves?

Ragnar nods, thinking these things silently and when Chantico does not wish to answer him, he shrugs. “I can make that happen.” But whether she still wished to tell him or not after a hunt would still be very much up to her. He wouldn't prod.

“Where do you plan to go from here, then? Do you know this land at all?” He didn't know if she had seen this place, within the heavens or wherever she was from. Maybe this was all brand new to her as it had been to the mortals, too. “There is always room in my home, if you'd like?” He offered with sincerity.
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