Wolf RPG

Dawn had begun it's early break in the skyline, streaking it in a monochrome palette, varying shades of gray that might have been depressing to Tev if he didn't know anything else. The nights were dipping into the low temperatures, likely colder than the days where the sun had a chance to warm the earth up. Yet, the Kjalarr would not subject himself to aggravating the sensitivity to light as he had as a child. He stuck to the shadows of the night, reveling in the darkness to give him as true a gift of sight as he was ever going to have. Sometimes Tev found himself wondering about colors, wondering what they looked like and how they made a difference to the world around him; but he did not linger upon the 'what if's' for long. He'd been born this way and it simply was how it was. How the Gods had ordained it. It was strange how he'd once refused to believe in any sort of deity but he had rapidly grown obsessed with the ways of the Northmen. The ways of his people. His culture. He couldn't learn enough fast enough, and always there was a desire to learn more than he'd known before. The pursuit of knowledge was a satisfying one ...yet it also left him wanting more. 

What he knew was never enough and there was too much to learn in one day. Decades of culture and stories, or beliefs and laws. Laws that did seem to constitute with anything Bazi and Scimitar had upheld. There was a sort of freedom the Vikings allowed, as he understood it, so long as they remembered that they answered to their Jarl at the end of the day. That was what Ragnar had been. A Jarl. One of circumstance as he'd been told, but a true Jarl, nevertheless. 

Whether this strive to be like the deceased Loðbrok was his biological family's intent when he'd arrived as their doorstep or not was often a question in his mind...but Tev didn't care. To aspire beyond what his legendary father had accomplished? That was always the end goal, right? To do more than your father before you. To uphold the legacy but also make it your own. Something better. Yet, he tucked these thoughts away. Perhaps the ambition had always been there, more prominent when he was a small boy still swaggering around the Bay like he owned the place; left abandoned when he'd been taken into the Frostfurs' home for the simple sake of survival. Perhaps here it was allowed to be nurtured and nurture it Kjalarr intended.

Eyes of silver and caribbean blue settled upon the landscape outside the borders, pausing as he let out a soft breath, the steam furling from his lips rising to writhe into the winter air where it caressed the leather of his nose, warm for a few seconds before it dissipated, as he stretched. Soon the sun would rise into the horizon and chase him into the comfort of his bachelor den where he intended to catch up on much needed Z's; but not yet. There were still a few hours before he would seek his slumber and Tev did not intend to waste them.

Tev only rose into the daylight when it was absolutely necessary and his lessons was one exception in which he was happy to sacrifice himself to the light sensitivity his monochromacy gave him. Having his vision impaired was a small price to pay for the knowledge and gladly he paid it without complaint. He heard Floki's approach, ears roving back though he did not startle as his twin fell in step with him. There was slight surprise to see his twin up so early but he didn't question it. Not yet, anyway. For now, Tev reveled in the silence they shared, happy simply for his twin's presence. In truth, he didn't need conversation but it was nice when Floki ignited it by being the first to break the silence the twins had settled into. A soft chuckle rumbled in Tev's chest at the irony of his twins' inquiry. “I was going to ask you the same thing, Loki,” He teased his brother using what Tev considered could now be considered an affectionate nickname. He only remember that as a young child he always emitted the 'F' and ended up screaming “Loki” at his brother instead (because at the time Tev had the lungs of a horror movie girl and didn't quite grasp the notion of  “an inside voice”). Of course along with the nickname came the added irony of the God of Mischief. 

“Ah, actually it's a bit backwards for me. I haven't slept yet,” He hadn't told Charon and Floki of his “condition” — because he didn't want the potential attention that he might garner from it — mostly his failure to inform was simply because it didn't effect his usefulness to the pack. He just shouldered the night shift, was all. “I don't see well during the day so I tackle the night shift.” Sometimes it was kind of lonely, especially because Tev was a social creature and had previously suffered through the light sensitivity so that he wasn't alone (or perhaps didn't feel so alone). Regardless, he shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal because to him it truly wasn't. It had been that way since he'd could open his eyes (technically). He didn't know any different aside from the fact that the color of something or other had came up in conversation once and the realization had came not too long after that (as he vehemently argued that it was gray not red). 

“So I met Wildfire a couple days ago,” Tev offered in attempt to steer their conversation in a different (and better) direction.

If Floki would have given voice to feeling inadequate to not having monochromacy as Tev did, Tev would have been quick to assure him that it wasn't something he wanted; but since his twin didn't pip up Tev, presumably, had no assurances to make. They continued along the borders, though Tev's pace had slowed to one more of leisure than purpose the moment he realized it was his twin at his side, allowing his eyes to fall upon his almost mirror image and away from the dark landscape of the world outside of Moonspear — though Tev's ears were assessing for noises out of the norm in the moments of silence shared between them. It seemed extend and Tev's brow furrowed as he felt a sharp spike of ...something stirring within the confines of his chest though it was a gone just as fast as it had appeared. It wasn't felt long enough for him to determine that it'd been jealousy.

Again, Floki didn't speak about his brief feeling of it, which might have been a good thing because Tev probably would have erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Stealing his twin's girl was a major no bueno in bro code — though she hadn't introduced herself as Floki's girlfriend, either (in all hypothetical fairness to Tev). “She recognized me right away, but don't worry she didn't mistake me for you,” Which...had been kind of nice. Maybe a little weird at first, but it was probably nice for the both of them not to be mistaken for one another. Especially when it came to girls. “Guess these are good for something, huh?” The skin of his muzzle scrunched slightly as he made an attempt to “gesture” to the ugly, reddish-pink scars forming on his muzzle. 

“Wifi's cool,” Tev said slowly but genuinely. “It's nice for someone around our age to be in the pack besides...y'know us. Not that there's anything wrong with just us, but you'd probably get really sick of me if you didn't have anyone else to spend time with.” Tev teased with a softt, amused snort aimed at himself. “Speaking of,” Tev's tone had quieted as he attempted to broach the subject. “I went to Stavanger Bay the other day. I found Dad's grave.” The urge to call him Ragnar was still a strong one, but it felt easier to call him “dad” the more he learned about Ragnar ...and himself.

Tev watched as Floki had appeared to sober up at his switch of topics and for a moment a bought of guilt gripped him; but he shook it off. They needed to talk about this — about Ragnar. Even if it hurt on some kind of level. They had been infants when their father had been slain and taken to Valhalla. Floki seemed willing enough, even going so far as to inquire where it was located within the Bay. “In the Bay's heart, under the tallest ash tree. I think it was chosen because of Yggdrasil — the tree of life.” It was also the tree that Odinn had sacrificed his eye to and had hung from (for an amount of time that Victoria can't remember off the top of her head and is too lazy to look up right now) to acquire knowledge. It all had a connection and to their Norse father it had meant everything. Tev wasn't exactly sure how he knew that, simply that it was something he felt. His memories of Ragnar were nothing if not extremely fuzzy and all but non-existent. Perhaps even the fuzzy ones had been imagined by the older twin. 

“It looks like someone tends to it, though,” Tev admitted quietly, sharp canines grazing his bottom lip. “It appears to be well kept.” It was a mystery to Tev, but not one he was in any hurry to discover. “I decided I was going to help whoever checks in on it. I feel like ...it's the least I can do.” For being a shitty son and all.

“I don't know,” Tev responded when Floki voiced his wonder out loud as to the stranger that was tending to their father's grave. Tev's first thought had been Thistle but he did not think that she would have continued to make the journey and she probably would have, at the very least, told Floki about it if she was. He contemplated the mystery for a few moments, before his big brother instinct kicked into some kind of overdrive and he gave into the slight agitation of unease in his chest. “If you go without me just be careful. We don't know who it is and while they might have been a friend of Ragnar doesn't mean they're a friend to us.” A more trusting individual would have expressed that because they shared a common purpose they might be friends but Tev did not see it that way. For all they knew it could have been Ragnar's own murderer keeping it in the condition it deserved to be in. Tev didn't express that though aloud to his twin, still wanting to shelter him a bit, acting as shield between the world and Floki even if his twin didn't need it. The urge to protect Floki and Thistle was a strong one and not one that Tev could have turned off even if he'd had a desire to (which he didn't, mind).