the deer lay open beneath her careful paws, steam lifting from the body into the cold air. she worked close to the earth, skillful movements, peeling hide from flesh the way the old gods demanded — clean, unhurried, without waste. blood darkened the snow beneath her knees; heat pulsed from her skin into the carcass as if giving something back.
when the pelt came free, she folded it tight and neat, pressing her brow briefly to the hide before setting it aside. an offering, not hers to keep. this one would go to the jarl, shaped by tradition and silence, marked by the hands of an ashborn girl who still remembered the rites.
when the pelt came free, she folded it tight and neat, pressing her brow briefly to the hide before setting it aside. an offering, not hers to keep. this one would go to the jarl, shaped by tradition and silence, marked by the hands of an ashborn girl who still remembered the rites.
8 hours ago
a deer lies open beneath her careful work, steam lifting into the cold.
raedwulf watches a moment longer than courtesy requires before his thick frame eclipses forwards. heavy paws sounding verbal upon the fresh fallen snow.
but englishman does not interrupt the offering. he waits until it is set aside.
praise given without excess.
he eyes the woman curiously, pleasant and warm rather than anything prior.
raedwulf watches a moment longer than courtesy requires before his thick frame eclipses forwards. heavy paws sounding verbal upon the fresh fallen snow.
but englishman does not interrupt the offering. he waits until it is set aside.
gōd weorc,he says, voice low, old english thick but clear.
praise given without excess.
he eyes the woman curiously, pleasant and warm rather than anything prior.
raedwulf speaks only old english, so communication may be difficult until he becomes more fluent in the common tongue.
1 hour ago
she did not stop when he spoke. the praise passed over her. her paw found the deer again, clean, and full of silent rage; and she leaned in close to finish what the gods required.
with a clean pull she severed the tail, a small dark plume freed from the body. steam curled. blood touched snow. she set the trophy aside with care, not triumph— record. proof.
only then did she look to him. heat flickered beneath her skin, eyes dark and unmistakably interested.
her voice came low, newly claimed from ash.
with a clean pull she severed the tail, a small dark plume freed from the body. steam curled. blood touched snow. she set the trophy aside with care, not triumph— record. proof.
only then did she look to him. heat flickered beneath her skin, eyes dark and unmistakably interested.
her voice came low, newly claimed from ash.
blót heldr.
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