Ankyra Sound 별빛달빛

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The woman emerged from the surf, bioluminescent plankton clinging to her dark fur, the starry, night sky personified. For a moment, the northman was fascinated, the glowing points notable to him against the dark of the sand, the water and her fur despite the monochrome world devoid of color that he'd always known. It was her tufted ears that drew his eye next, perplexing him. Never before had he seen a wolf bear tufts of fur atop their ears and was hit with the realization that she was likely mixed though her lineage had no immediate bearing upon the viking aside from the fact that her tufted ears were interesting. Kjalarr watched as she made herself small before him, submissive. This both sated some deep instinct of his and made him feel guilt. There was no need for her to submit to him, these lands were no longer his and he was a king without a crown. Which was to say not a king at all. “You don't have to submit to me.” Words that felt heavy, strange upon his tongue as they spilled from betwixt his lips. It had been the first time that he recalled ever uttering them.

Her shy, small whine caught his attention and he read the question she implored within the inquisitive tilt of her head. So much. Yet, his burdens were his own and he did not particularly feel comfortable sharing them with a stranger. Instead, he offered her his name. “I am Kjalarr.” Though he assumed that it would mean little. For a moment, an image of his dream flashed within his mind's eye. The dead were legion. “If your story is already written, is it possible to rewrite it? To change it?” He inquired rhetorically, not actually expecting any sort of answer. Kjalarr's will was strong, this had been proven over and over but was it strong enough to go up against the Gods, the Norns and survive? That, he did not know.

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