The Heartwood see myself as a ghost
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#1
All Welcome 
aw <3

Under the mighty winter sun lay the argent motionless as the canopy around her. She slept for a long while, awoken by the cold breeze. Ever wandering, her body craved something—something she couldn't quite name. Somehow, she had found herself here again, in a place she had visited many years ago. And she had dreams—dreams of another life. A beautiful life, but one that wasn’t hers to claim.

When Agana left this place back then, she returned to her ancestral lands, only to find they no longer existed. Everyone was gone; a sea of smoke now shrouded what remained of her home. Splintered trees, abandoned houses, poisoned water—nothing was recognizable. For a time, she stayed, alone, haunted by memories. But one day, she left. And for years, she didn’t return, though there was nowhere else for her to go. She had nothing left—no family, no child. Sometimes she dreamed of the life she could have had if she hadn’t been a coward.

And now, after months of searching for the courage to return, the argent was still too afraid to ask the question burning in her chest. She had tried before, and it hadn’t gone well. When she finally reunited with her dearest companion, Agana had run—weak, a coward, unable to face the consequences of her actions. The argent had hurt her, so deeply, though she never intended to. In the end, they chose to remain just that—friends. It stung to call her that, but that’s all they were. Nothing more. What she felt was wrong, unacceptable. She couldn’t allow such feelings to take root in her heart.

But none of it mattered, because she was alone still. And now, in the chill of morning beneath a familiar sun, she couldn’t shake the foreign thought gnawing at her mind—a thought she should have shared long ago.


[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian
Forneskja
Hárkonungr*
sólr rísa,
441 Posts
Ooc — honey!
Missionary
Offline
#2
the winter sun poured through the bare branches above, painting the ground in muted golds and silvers. his single golden eye scanned the terrain with a practiced sharpness, ever watchful, ever wary.

it was then he saw her—a figure of argent amidst the stark winter scene, motionless, yet brimming with a quiet weight that drew his attention. his pace slowed, and the air around him seemed to thicken as he approached, his massive frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the trees.

he stopped a short distance away, broad shoulders rolling as he lifted his chin slightly. a low grunt escaped him, neither unfriendly nor welcoming, just enough to break the silence and make his presence known. his golden eye lingered on her for a moment longer, curiosity flickering beneath his otherwise guarded expression.

lost? his tone was rough, practical, but there was no edge to it. it wasn’t an accusation, just an observation, a simple inquiry from a man who rarely wasted words.
join forneskja...

norse“ · common · “islenka
við erum öll undir sama himni.
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#3
thank you for joining! <3


When she thought herself alone, the presence of another shook the trees. Tufted ears turned towards the sound, but her body remained still. Lowering her head, golden gaze glanced sideways at the fire man. Tall and ancient as the fire that ravaged this forest so many moons ago.

„Yes,” from myself. Her voice was slightly shaky and cold, a lingering sorrow covering her entire being. Without thinking, the answer came by itself.

The argent wasn’t truly lost. At least, not geographically. Her sole purpose for the long journey was to get back to the land she once called home. She was home, wasn’t she? Familiar trees, scents, skies. It was where she build her own life, where she loved, wept, whelped. Agana knew where the duck resides, but wasn’t quite ready to meet her gaze. Her lover was lost to history, her son the same. Even if she knew nothing of their fates, wishful thinking sees them in paradise. Then what else was lost?


„Do you know the way to Moonglow?” An inquiry, knowing only the name of her home. The argent turned to face the man, awaiting. It was the last thing that remained her; to right a wrong.

[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian
Forneskja
Hárkonungr*
sólr rísa,
441 Posts
Ooc — honey!
Missionary
Offline
#4
answer from the stone frosted woman came swiftly. she was lost. sólhárr hummed at her response, nodding his head whilst scanning her from head to toe. she wasn't short, but she wasn't exactly toned either. a brow raised—

moonglow, he repeated over his tongue. my wife is from moonglow— i am ninauga to her.

ouroboros spine was their sister territory. sólhárr knew their reaches well, as if it had been his domain. he had his wife to thank for this, and maybe the woman would be appreciative that she'd stumbled across him.

what do you seek from moonwolves?
join forneskja...

norse“ · common · “islenka
við erum öll undir sama himni.
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#5
A wife of Moonglow? Did he know the duck aswell? The man continued in a language unknown to her, a tongue she had not heard in a while. Distant memories invaded her mind, flashbacks, nothing concrete. A seal, kikuyat, the northern lights. Agana cocked her head, curiosity getting the better of her. „Ninauga?” Confusion in her tone, „What tongue did you speak?” The argent struggled to remember something, but alas failed.

„A woman,” she began, so vague yet so specific at the same time, „An ivory woman,” broad characteristics without having to disclose the reason or more. An ivory woman with jade eyes; was she the same as she remembered? Was she still alive?

The duck wanted to become a wife. It was her mission, her purpose, to please a man, become her husband, bear his children. Could she have this title, as a woman herself? Was she going to be fulfilled, knowing she could never give her the life she dreamed of? The argent could not know.

[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian
Forneskja
Hárkonungr*
sólr rísa,
441 Posts
Ooc — honey!
Missionary
Offline
#6
her curiosity was evident, and though his expression remained carved in stone, there was something softer beneath the surface—a flicker of understanding.

ninauga he began, his voice low, deliberate, means son-in-law in the tongue of the moonwoman. her people speak it—moonglow speaks it. he paused, watching for her reaction, measuring her understanding. the way her head cocked, the curiosity laced in her tone, spoke volumes. she was searching, though whether it was for clarity or for something deeper, he couldn't yet tell.

she still lives, he added simply, the weight of those words carrying unspoken depth. the moonwoman, @Kukutux. she leads her people, as she always has. there was no need for embellishment; the truth was enough.

his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, studying the argent woman who seemed tied to memories of something—or someone—lost. you knew her, didn’t you? the question was rough-edged, like the man himself, but not unkind. it was clear she carried a history that had led her here, though not one to pry, couldn’t help but notice the threads of her story unraveling before him.
tag for mention
join forneskja...

norse“ · common · “islenka
við erum öll undir sama himni.
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#7
Kukutux had a legacy that would live on long after she is gone. Golden gaze lowered, a sinking feeling in her gut of indescribable pain. The argent could have been part of that legacy. So much could have been done differently. If only the damned woman that used to be her cousin had not grand ideals and no regard for her own kin, if only they were not so much alike. Reminiscing of the past was useless now.

Back to the firewolf that was before her, a glimmer of hope shone in her eyes. Agana searched his gaze for more as he answered her dilemma: the duck was still alive. And out of every wolf that could have stumbled upon her, the son-in-law of the woman she searched for found her. „Is she well?” The argent spoke out loud, revealing an important clue about the true motive behind her roaming. „The moonwolves I mean, yes. Your wife, the community, everyone.” She quickly corrected herself, burning with embarrassment. Oversharing at its finest.

„I do,” Agana continued, facing away from the sun man. He knew her as moonwoman, while the argent knew her in many ways, but not the ways she wanted, the ways she should have known her! Under her, soft lips pressed against the other, above her, warm and welcoming, soft, feminine and yet— shot down by her own insecurity. She experienced none of it. „We were part of the same court,” a statement that could never be equal to the real bond that was between them. At least, in her eyes.

But she couldn’t help but wonder: who was her father? The duck had a husband, it was more than clear, but did she feel for him? Love him, even?

[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian
Forneskja
Hárkonungr*
sólr rísa,
441 Posts
Ooc — honey!
Missionary
Offline
#8
the way she corrected herself, the quick shift of words—it spoke of a history weighted with regret, or something close to it.

she is well, he answered simply, a nod following. moonglow still stands, strong as ever. her daughters, her people—they thrive. his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it, something heavier. the moonwoman had woven a legacy that would not fade, and it seemed this woman before him had once been a thread in that tapestry, now unraveled.

his ears flicked slightly at her mention of a court, and he watched as she turned away, as if the past she spoke of was something she could physically escape.

then you knew her before she built moonglow, he mused, a slight tilt of his head. before she was mother, before she was wife. he did not press, but his words lingered, an unspoken invitation for her to share if she wished.
join forneskja...

norse“ · common · “islenka
við erum öll undir sama himni.
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#9
A faint smile curled on her lips; the duck was thriving. She was both glad and upset at the same time. Maybe it was selfish of her to think that; to feel this way; to feel upset because she was not a part of her future. „She was blessed with daughters to continue her legacy,” she added, followed by a nod. Daughters! Daughters to find husbands for!

Agana’s smile faded slightly as he mentioned the way she knew the moonwoman. „I knew her when she was a duck, young and loving.” Nostalgia hit her; to the day she saved her. A duck that could not swim; what an amusing thing it was. „She spoke of the seal hunters, her people,” how long has it been? The argent could not know. The smile faded from her face completely when she finally finished: „And then she left to find a husband.” Bitter taste in her mouth. Agana wasn’t blameless; she made her bed, and she laid in it. Then she awoke, finally, and went on to destroy it once and for all.

[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian
Forneskja
Hárkonungr*
sólr rísa,
441 Posts
Ooc — honey!
Missionary
Offline
#10
sólhárr regarded the woman in silence for a moment, the weight of her words settling between them like snow upon the tundra. she spoke of the past, of kukutux before she became the moonwoman, before she had built her village, before she had found her place.

he studied her, taking in the wistfulness in her tone, the way her expression shifted—grief and something else, something unspoken.

what is your name? he asked finally, voice a low rumble, steady as the mountain winds. i am sólhárr. chieftain of forneskja.

a pause, a glance toward the horizon where the mountains stood tall.

i can take you to moonglow, he offered. if that is where you wish to go.
join forneskja...

norse“ · common · “islenka
við erum öll undir sama himni.
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#11
already started a joining thread oop, but I can archive and you may start another or just reply to that one and I will edit!

The argent looked faraway with hazy eyes, absent from the scene for a while. So many paths she could have taken differently, so many things she could have done differently. All of this exceeding her mortal limits, turning back time was not possible. In the end she was alone.

But not anymore. The fireman revealed himself to be the chieftain of Forneskja, a new pack perhaps not far from Moonglow. She turned her face to him, hesitating before she answered: „Agana, a pleasure to meet you.” The woman offered a half-smile and a nod, her mind still absent.

Eyebrows raised as Solharr offered to lead her to Moonglow. An offer she could not refuse. If she were to go alone, her feet would lead her away as soon as the pearl stepped into view. „Yes!” She answered so quickly, „Yes, I wish to go there. To Moonglow.” Her attempt at controlling her excitement was a failure.
[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian
Forneskja
Hárkonungr*
sólr rísa,
441 Posts
Ooc — honey!
Missionary
Offline
#12
all good— no need to edit anything!
sólhárr gave a single nod, his golden eye steady on her. then come, he rumbled, turning toward the path that would take them to moonglow. his strides were firm, his pace set with purpose—he would see her to the borders, nothing more.

his duty was to his people. to his wife.

i cannot stay, he added, glancing at her once as they walked. my wife waits for me. there was no room for discussion in his tone, no invitation for further talk. he was a man of duty, and his time was not his own to spare.

still, he would ensure she arrived safely.
join forneskja...

norse“ · common · “islenka
við erum öll undir sama himni.
Moonglow
starkindler
174 Posts
Ooc — Dan
Offline
#13
last from me! thank you for the thread! <3

Agana gave Solharr a nod and followed his trail, breathing the familiar scent of Moonglow. She had been there before; so she recognized the scent and what she needed to follow in order to reach her destination.

But the fire man announced he had to leave to attend his wife. The argent’s ears lowered, upset he needed to leave. „I understand,” Even if he had a duty to his wife, Agana still felt upset. She was forced to the walk of shame alone, facing the duck on her own, with no support. Who knows how will she react to her presence, after all that has happened between them?

„I thank you, Solharr. May our paths cross again soon,” she smiled and turned away from him. It was time to face her demons. Alone.
[Image: rKA4BFm.png]

commonromanian