legacy

For @Einar

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The days had grown longer. Spring had come and gone and led into Summer. Where other lands might have been unbearably hot, her home was pleasantly mild- warm, but not scorching. Sindri took the time to stroll the base of their home at the foot of the mountains. She remained alert, weary, for enemy pigs had disrupted their home. She followed a creek, one of the many which winded through their homeland off the mountains and out into the ocean. She was as restless as ever, searching and always wanting for more.
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Hazy and delirium, his past days had been spent surviving. Learning. He had learnt much about himself, the wilds and this land he had found himself in. Yet he could not place many memories. Hunt, eat, sleep. Survive. And in doing so, he had become efficient. A sturdy force to be reckoned with. Muscles adorned his lean frame, pride and prowess from his youth still remained.

Youth..

He often thought of his family, where they were. He was not the sentimental sort, but deep down there was a twang of pain, a loss that he could not quite place.

Sky-blue eyes cast to the cloudless skies, his large paws had taken him North… he thought. Mountains towered, still snow-capped. The winds were soft and it was almost peaceful. Pleasant. Yet the weather was mild.

A glint of cream and peachy gold caught his gaze and with the winds, a scent, one strong. One marking territory. Eyes squinted and strained at the figure.

It was too late to turn back now. He was not a man to tuck tail and run. He was better. Knew better. So he paused abruptly, mentally bracing himself for an attack.
@Sindri
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And there stood a young man. Not yet intruding upon the Stormborn claim but close enough to allow the hairs along her spine to stand on end. Close enough to raise her tail in dominance and a silent snarl to roll up upon her mug.

Sindri wonders if it's an enemy Isle wolf. She wonders if it is just a loner, passing from one region to the next.

Sindri steps closer, her posture rigid and poised. The other seems to know the error of their ways, bracing themselves for a sure attack. But he is large, very large and if Sindri were to survive it, she needed to be as swift as he name suggest.

She takes a few fast paces into the other's direction, barking out in sharp warning- a warning loud enough to alert others of her pack if they were near. And then, the scent of his finally pulls at her memories, finally becomes familiar to her, though the male which stood before her now was not the teenager she had last seen, barely near half a year's aging.

“Ei...nar...?” She stumbles over the name of her only blood born child. The one which the family had lost upon their awakening. She is in near disbelief.

Was this real?
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Large paws dug into the crystallised snow, a satisfying shudder ran up his spine. Muscles braced as he lowered his head to protect his neck; shoulders protruded from creamy gold fur. Breath frothed from his nostrils; a true beast to behold. He was ready. Anticipation boiled in his vines, the war drums of his heart thundered within his chest.

And then,


Ei-nar? His name spoken. Suddenly the aggression faded, sky-blue eyes widened as his name was spoken and as the female stepped closer. A familiar face, warm sun eyed and the same peachy, golden fur. An echo from his past. A hazy memory. móðir? His birth tongue, natural dialect taught by both Mothers.

He stepped closer, bewildered, transfixed. His mind screamed at him; Mother, im home.

It is me.

A happy smile grew upon his features, for the first time in a long time.

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"Sindri"
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His aggression seized, his sky eyes widening to match the sun of her own eyes, widened with shock and excitement. Her title whispered to her, in the tongue she did not now have the pleasure of speaking as much. Not many knew it outside of those pawful in Northfall (Ragnar, Freya, Valmua, Loki...) and it just so happened these were the few she favored most in her ranks.

He confirms who he is but Sindri is already rushing towards him as swiftly as ever. She stands in front of her son, now far larger then she- towering, comanding, the golden prince from the title which his father before him once held.

“Einar, my beautiful son...” She kisses his cheeks and nose and then presses the side of her face to the front of his chest. “I thought the gods had been so selfish, to take my boy from me so soon.” And she steps back, just enough to look him over once more and take in the depth of what he had grown to be since they had last seen one another. “And here you are, alive.” Or had he truly died and then been returned to them in these same lands, as others had died and come back to live again in this world? “Þú ert kominn heim. — You've come home.”
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Relentless admiration poured from her. Showers of affection paired with grateful murmurs. His golden tail wagged happily behind him.

“I thought the gods had been so selfish, to take my boy from me so soon.” A scoff flared from his dark nostrils and whispered into the murky skies above. “They have other plans for me, it seems.” He was the Son of Sindri and Ragnar, he would not be defeated so easily. He remained neutral as she scoured him with her gaze-did she admire his growth? Or did she prefer the scrawny boy he once was?

His ears twitched at her words, stepping forwards to brush his nose against her soft, pale cheek. “Ek munu never leave again.” (I shall never leave again.)

How are you? How is… everyone? He paused, after asking eventually. gazing around this new land he found himself in. A new home? Who was here?


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"Sindri"
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Her eyes flutter downward to the rocky coastal grounds as he touches her and speaks to never leave again and then she kisses her son's pale cheeks. “Já. — Yes. ”She says, the God's tongue feeling good to speak again. She nods her head as she stands on their beaches and turns her muzzle up and round her shoulder. Behind her, the great mountains of Northfall. From here, he would not yet see the thick of forest to the east.

“Norðurfall. — Northfall.” For even in the deep of Summer, the winds from the tundra north and from the sea south and west, kept the lands pleasant and comfortable. Within the heights of the mountains, snow would still fall upon them.

“We have lived here quite some time and not without strife...” She murmurs, passing over a glance to Einar and then back to the view of home. “Your father- he seems everywhere all at once.” A small smile. “Aslaug we see very little, as she has sacrificed most of her life to the Gods and Elentari is as indepedent as ever.”

Then, a deepened frown. “Ynness has perished in battle. Asgeir has not been seen since her body was given to us.” She turns to her now only known son, deep sorrow in her bright eyes. “Hún er hjá guðunum núna. — She is with the Gods now.”
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He followed her gaze to the looming, snow-capped mountains. As the name was spoke, a small twitch of a smile pulled at his golden maw. Northfall. A hum of approval rumbled from his chest. A fitting name for what he hoped a strong Empire.

We have lived here quite some time and not without strife...” His attention quickly turned back to Sindri, light brows furrowing. You mean to tell me, I have missed battle? A small huff flared from his nostrils.

Sindri continued to tell him about the rest of the family. Ek expecteð vætki minni. (I expect nothing less.) It had been quite some time since he had last saw his Siblings, he often wondered how they were… what they looked like. Did they miss him? And as for Ragnar… would he welcome him back home?

And yet the mood turned sour, Ynness has perished in battle. Asgeir has not been seen since her body was given to us. Icy eyes sharpened as the news hit him like an axe to the chest. Hvernig? (How?) The sorrow matched in his Mother’s eyes only translated into anger seething and as molten as hot lava. Ears pinned to his large skull. Whoever it was-whatever happened. Someone would pay.


May she forever dine in the great halls.

@Sindri
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She nods, indeed he had missed some fighting, fighting which stopped when finding any Dragonford wolves had been nearly impossible. Sindri had managed to drive out a fee but had not since and that was quite some time ago... Now, those they called ally were doing their best to prevent their vengeance.

“Þær. — Them.” She points into the sea, to the black cluster of rocks. It seemed less a home then a place to bury the dead. “Þeir búa á bakinu á Leviathan. — They live on the Leviathan's back.” Her muzzle wrinkles, teeth shown with a silent snarl. “Ynness var myrt af drottningu þeirra og færð til okkar.Hún lifði árás okkar af og hefur komið okkur undan síðan. — Ynness was murdered by their Queen and brought to us. She survived our attack and has evaded us since.”

A sigh and she does her best then to push forward. Ynness was dead. Hopefully soon, Vendrussel would be too. “Come, Einar. We should celebrate the return of Stormborn's heir.” She spoke and boistered him up further as she did so. Of course Sindri loved deeply all her children. Asgeir and Einar had been their only sons and Asgeir having gone (although his meek personal would have not worked for the title anyhow) meant Einar, Ragnar's eldest, would assume such a title if he proved himself good for it. Sindri, of course, had no doubts.
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