a sense of home over comes kjalarr as he trudges into the territory of his birth. an old birthright; one he had been set on reclaiming as a boy. he is a man now, well into his sixth year — going on seven. he feels age in the soft ache of his spine; prevalent on the colder mornings. but he is still full of life, full of fight and desires lain to rest; ressurected.
the morning is overcast; the roil of the sea dark and brewing like a volva's cauldron; or the upheaval of a slumbering jormungandr.
home.
the bay is free to be claimed and this time, kjalarr does not intend to sit idle.
the morning is overcast; the roil of the sea dark and brewing like a volva's cauldron; or the upheaval of a slumbering jormungandr.
home.
the bay is free to be claimed and this time, kjalarr does not intend to sit idle.
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you still wonder if you're
a ferocious beast or a saint
but you're neither because
you're infinitely more —
a ferocious beast or a saint
but you're neither because
you're infinitely more —
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the most beautiful fate - by Kjalarr - February 01, 2022, 07:53 AM
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