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eyetooth - Eivor - December 09, 2024

from the glade, through meadowlands and the cresting hills which sloped to forests of dark emerald — through the night they spoke and they kept up the wolf-trotting, miles eaten away behind swiftcurrent and kvarsheim.

before the skies began to grey they came to the thinning edge of the weald and out into the lower slopes of a small mountain which overlooked their path down into the desert. the air here hung too with frost and yet felt more warmed, less heavy.

eivor glanced heavenward and then surveyed the mountain with precise gaze. "there is a gap in those rocks, not a far climb. we will be protected there," the skjaldmaer suggested to @Akavir, taking a moment to stretch an aching arm.



RE: eyetooth - Akavir - December 09, 2024

They had moved with a swiftness he had appreciated. Each step brought him closer to Mae—some internal part of him still clinging to the hope of a decent outcome. That not only had she healed quickly, but had not been further afflicted with mistrust after the incident. It was a pipe dream—he knew this—his dark daughter had never trusted even before the attack of the sea wolf… He could not imagine she ever would again.

Eivor’s voice broke the small silence that had stretched between them—his gaze shifting to her and catching upon the stretch of an arm—a motion not derived of leisure, but one surely of a building ache. His first thought was to ask her if she required anything—to care.

His second thought came with jolting clarity that to care, it seemed, was foolish.

It was unfortunate that Eivor was on the receiving end of this bitter tempest that brewed within him, even if she did not realize it yet.

He acquiesced with a nod—though his eyes fell upon the gentle shift of something not far off. He recalled Arric in that moment—and one of the favorite meals of his friend.

“How do you feel about a goat to satisfy your hunger?”

He did not wait for an answer—indicating she should continue upward, and he would find her shortly. His own dark form flickered into the shadows—the skirting path of a predator who was not leaving without his prey.


RE: eyetooth - Eivor - December 09, 2024

her companion was pensive. eivor had not sought to know his mind nor his thoughts; she had kept them jovial and shared in the hunting as they moved. "it will be a feast," she rejoined, noting the look in his eye.

she would not be an obstacle to akavir. they turned away from one another then, he seeking the trail of prey and she lifting upward into the recesses of stone until she found its hollow.

nails clicked. paws brushed layers of old dust and sent dessicated bones tumbling into the grass. eivor circled the small room and investigated with a poke of her muzzle the tiny, unreachable chamber at its rear.

unused but for mice, the small cave would rest them before they descended to their desert intentions. her grey eyes glanced for akavir now, amusement flickering for the barren space.



RE: eyetooth - Akavir - December 09, 2024

Mountain goat was not a meal he reveled in often—but the few times he had partaken, he had always been impressed by the beast’s horns and the sinew within their compact forms. Bruised, likely, but at least not his ego, the man trailed after the scent of the ivory maiden, casting the fallen goat closer to the hollow entry in which she had found them.

Tongue curling to pull the blood from his lips—he paused to catch breath from lugging such a creature—despite flashing her a cheeky grin as he maneuvered closer. “May it’s strength become ours and prepare us to deal with those who believe themselves Gods,” he murmured, nudging the carcass toward her before sitting down swiftly, his own form bending down to inspect what he assumed was a bruised rib from a wayward horn.


RE: eyetooth - Eivor - December 09, 2024

akavir was swift and strong. metal tinge woke her stomach, and she wasted no time in slitting open the goat's belly, steam surging around he and her from the organs. "may hubris be punished."

contemplatively she enjoyed a long strip of fat, at last rising to carry meat in portion. eivor set it beside him, taking the moment to feel the warmth of their mingled fur and the hard power in his body.

a warrior. a drengr such as herself. "you know i am a mercenary, akavir," said the tall woman when she had filled her mouth with blood again. 

"i do not work for free."

iron eyes found his own, laughter in them, daring along the set of her red-stained mouth. 

more meat, and then eivor lay down, belching her pleasure.