Stavanger Bay into the rushes
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The stranger repeated the title of Jarl, the word sounding unfamiliar and perhaps even questioning as it left the other male's lips. Ragnar had grown to expect this from those who were not familiar with his culture. So many were unfamiliar with his culture in these Wilds, but then again Ragnar had been here for long enough to understand that it, too, was to be expected. He had attempted to bring his culture and customs to these Wilds but Stavanger Bay was a failed attempt. They were too diverse and Ragnar, for all of his flaws, could not force another into believing something they could not, or did not want to believe. If they were curious then he would speak and if they were not then he would not force his culture, nor his religion down the throats of his subordinates. Ragnar knew that if someone tried to shove a different religion and culture than his own down his throat he'd have ripped theirs out in compensation. “It is one of the numerous words in my native language for leader,” The Alpha's of Odinn's Cove had all called themselves different though the end result was the same. Eitri had been the first to call himself Jarl, and Ragnar had taken all that he had left of his father: a title and used it in the once great warrior's honor. He was a great warrior in Valhalla now, and someday, Ragnar would join him there, he was determined.

Ragnar ignored the other male's murmur of it being strange, for Ragnar did not agree with that assessment since it was nothing but “normal” for him and he saw nothing strange about it. There were some things, Ragnar had learned since becoming Jarl of Odinn's Cove back in the day, that he had to let go and choose to ignore. The Northman's velveteen ears perked slightly when the stranger spoke that he had lost someone valuable to him and that her scent led to his borders. Per Ragnar's usual the Jarl was inherently suspicious but he also did not think it may be uncommon for someone to come looking for someone he had in his ranks, either. Especially if they were family or something similar. “Name her, and what she is to you and maybe I will consider letting her know you were here.” The cunning Northman spoke in his naturally quiet tone, cocking the good, unmarred, still handsome half of his face upwards, towards the stranger, fixing him in a singular, observing gaze, waiting.

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into the rushes - by Gluskap - December 02, 2014, 01:54 AM
RE: into the rushes - by Ragnar - December 02, 2014, 08:20 AM
RE: into the rushes - by Gluskap - December 26, 2014, 05:03 PM
RE: into the rushes - by Ragnar - December 31, 2014, 08:05 AM
RE: into the rushes - by Gluskap - January 02, 2015, 07:35 PM
RE: into the rushes - by Ragnar - January 17, 2015, 06:13 AM