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Nägådz - Ayovi - March 14, 2025
single post for ayo but she can be tagged if desired <3
Ayovi had not allowed @Aspa access to their mountain. History had taught her to trust no stranger— but it had also taught her not to underestimate the outlandish, for she had fallen madly in love with the least likely of all: a norseman extrinsically belligerent, but who shared with her his golden soul.
She called for @Skorpa, eyes tracing the white-capped promontory before turning to watch the seer who stands in the northwood. An ill-timed glance, a foot placed out of step; such things made Ayovi nervous, for she suspected the woman was watching closely…
But only her husband would decide if Aspa had any place here upon the mount.
RE: Nägådz - Aspa - March 14, 2025
Though well-versed in the art of travel, Aspa had overestimated her own endurance: scaling the Blizzardske dame´s mountains so soon after her long odyssey to the lands of Teekon was perhaps too great a feat for a single day. She arrived with her tongue lolling, jaws agape in a manner not unlike the mirthful maw of a hyena—if, indeed, such a creature was even known in these parts.
Exhaustion had forced her to close her wounded eye, tilting her head ever so slightly in a bid for a clearer view of her surroundings. So, where was this Nordmand? Did he, at the very least, bring honor to his warrior gods? Was he as imposing as the one from Darukaal?
RE: Nägådz - Skorpa - March 14, 2025
skorpa did not like when ayovi went away alone. he would say no such word however. she was strong and aware of herself. it was the world beyond their mountain he had come to mistrust, a realm where darukaal pressed them and the reindeer-men gathered in conflict.
her call then was a relief, and the bearman moved on ebullient paws to meet the sight of her welcoming eyes, her beaming face.
yet there was a third presence, one scented in rot and feral loom. the cloak of bearskin around his wide shoulders shifted as skorpa turned his umber eyes in the direction of the stranger.
a woman. a glowing white eye.
"jeg er skorpa. ayovi's mand." some heaviness clung here, some foreboding, a cold sense of what was unknown.
RE: Nägådz - Aspa - March 14, 2025
She had judged rightly, then: the Blizzardske dame was indeed the woman of a Norseman, as attested by her broken Old Norse—a dialect one would only learn for love or by birth. She had seen true… or rather, the gods had whispered true.
Aspa was, however, intrigued that he introduced himself as Ayovi’s man. So, he belonged to her and not the other way around. What a curious norseman... A detail that did not escape the Mouth of the Gods, who was already savoring the insights these revelations would bring her.
She inclined her head briefly.
"Aspa. Gudene hvisker, og jeg fortolker." she murmured, running her tongue over the tip of her own muzzle. "De har ført mig til disse lande – jeres lande. Det siges, at mændene fra Norden har glemt at ære dem..."
Ears drawn back, she stepped forward with a light, fluid trot, gliding over the snow as if weightless. She was small already, but as she moved, she seemed to shrink further, pressing closer to the earth—burdened, perhaps, by the weight of her gods’ words.
"Jeg beder kun, ved gudernes vilje, om retten til at bosætte mig under jeres bjerge, mellem jeres lande og Faust af Darukaals lande." she declared, halting just before the bear-clad colossus—though he hardly needed the pelt to be mistaken for one.
RE: Nägådz - Skorpa - March 14, 2025
the gods.
came now darkened recollection of how faust had once evoked them, though skorpa believed that blessings had already been thrown golden and wondrous across the mountain.
how he himself had come to know that their light lived in ayovi's eyes.
but he was a northman, molded to be reverent to those mouthpieces for those above.
her appearance was far too timely for him to be anything less than tense now. but skorpa became thoughtful, and they studied one another. "er du en troldkvinde?"
in respect skorpa asked of aspa, but also in wariness.
those who walked the shadow world oft required dark material for their questing.
RE: Nägådz - Aspa - March 15, 2025
"Du kan kalde mig mange navne, give mig mange titler. En troldkvinde, en præstinde, en spåkvinde, hvis det behager dig." She chuckled, a hint of mockery lacing her tone. "Jeg er blot en ydmyg budbringer for guderne, der vejleder dødelige, krigere, i at tyde deres vilje og behage dem..."
Her ears flicked in restless motion, as though catching sounds beyond the reach of ordinary senses—the faintest whispers, the rustling of unseen forces. She studied Skorpa, that great bear of a man, watching him with her gods perched upon her shoulders, whispering, murmuring, slipping thoughts like embers into her mind…
"Guderne har ført mig hertil. De leder mig derhen, hvor Norden skælver, hvor deres krigere kan bringe dem ære."
She straightened, her gaze locking with the bear-man’s smoldering crimson eyes, her sharp-toothed smile curling once more.
"Eller vanære." She added, laughter curling at the edges of her words.
"De leder mig..." Her gaze drifted, just slightly, toward Ayovi. The smile faded—not into sorrow, but something quieter, heavier. Concern, perhaps. A shadow of bitterness.
"Til dér, hvor deres børn, deres krigere, bliver født. I blod, i krig, i kaos – for at bane vejen for dem som Nordmand."
Her eyes returned to Skorpa. It was too soon to press further, too soon to speak of more. If Skorpa was Ayovi’s mand, then Aspa would do well to tread carefully. The wrath of the Bjørnemand was not a thing to tempt. Perhaps he had turned his backs on the gods, lured by softer sirens, lulled into the comforts of a more peaceful way…