Stone Circle the devil in hell’s kitchen

For a moment Wardruna stares at the birds and comes to a single conclusion: they are one of the ugliest birds he’s ever seen in his life and he hopes that they taste better than they look. One nearer to Wardruna lets out a noise and the northerner’s lips curls back as Mur makes mention that the fly. Oh, that was great. He could barely catch things that couldn’t take to the sky to escape death …how, precisely, was he meant to attempt to kill something that could? Not to mention, there was still his trouble adjusting to the depth perception and judgement of distance with just one, functioning eye. Wardruna wants to provide for Noma and himself, he wants to be self-reliant but it’s never been a matter of what he wants. Yet, the northerner has had to humble himself, to swallow his bitter pride — what little of it even exists anymore — and confess his weakness to get in here and perhaps it was the competition of testosterone, or perhaps it was because he just wanted the other male to leave Noma and him alone but he doesn’t want Mur to know about his condition. It’s obvious enough to tell there’s something wrong with his left eye, of course, blood pooling in the iris isn’t exactly normal but none would know the true extent of his injury unless he chose to tell them as he had with Valette.

As the other male pays no further heed to Wardruna, the northerner does the same, ready to be rid of him. Wardruna crouches low, his singular, haunting jack-o-lantern gaze locks upon a hen, taking his time in assessing her distance from him. Adjusting to his developed condition is far from easy and somedays are measurably easier than others but there is still a long path for Wardruna to walk, a whole new him to be discovered because the northerner can never go back to what he was before. He leaps forward, his approach balancing more towards stealth but his teeth snap at air as the startled hen lurches forward and takes flight avoiding the northerner’s grasp.

Frusteration and anger rage beneath Wardruna’s skin. It would seem that the gods find humor in his misfortune this day.