Revival [Aesir claiming/founding]

[Valdís]

“Our teeth and ambitions are bared,

Be prepared.”

It began again on Anikira’s east coast, on the island that first welcomed her scarred, exhausted body back from its three-year voyage to Africa. It had been an easy choice, to reform her pack, one that she had subconsciously made as soon as emerged, dripping and half broken, from the ocean that morning. It felt as though no time at all had passed since then, likely because she had not rested once. After arriving she had almost immediately set out to find lost members of her pack, first meeting Baard, and then the strange twins, Heimdall and Hel, venturing deeper into Anikira in search of lost kin. But so far, they were the only three who had made it, or at least the only ones she had found.

After meeting Heimdall and Hel, she had asked them to linger a short while longer in case they happened upon any more of their pack mates, but to re-join her on Miera as soon as they were able. Valdís trusted they would carry out her order, and hoped they would arrive safely with anyone they happened across. No sooner had she met in that frosty wasteland, she was already beginning on her way back to the eastern island, stopping neither to rest nor eat. Her body was growing weary, running on fumes, but she would not, could not, rest until she had created a sanctuary for the pack to reside in. A large part of her felt as though it was her duty to be searching for survivors alongside the twins, but she knew it was equally crucial to claim a new home, so that the three survivors had someone to rest, and any more she found would have somewhere to gather.

Valdís emerged from the water sodden but undeterred, her determination renewed by her brief trip to Cryothia. As she dragged herself from the grip of the ocean’s strong tides, a snarl ripped from her throat, teeth bared in opposition to the world. Her imposing form lumbered up the beach, her tired, bloodshot eyes gave the impression of a half-mad barbarian, though the title was fairly apt. The craggy island was bathed in the last of the day’s dying light, the evening sun sinking far to the west. It would hardly have mattered if she’d stopped, rested, and gathered the pack tomorrow morning, but she could not settle until a state of normalcy had been returned. The surface of the water glistened orange and red, reflecting the blood-coloured sunset above, casting the world in a hellish glow. Alone, Valdís travelled along the beach, a stoic monolith moving south, to a more central location. The waves beat ceaselessly against the endless expanse of rock that lined the island, spurring her on like a brutal crack of whip, salt water painting her coat with each swell of the tide.

The more time she spent on the severe island, the more it grew on her. It would be a hard life, but a pack such as Aesir would only thrive under more demanding conditions, and would push them to be even more stronger, even more resilient. Dampness seemed to seep into her coat, into her skin, and settle itself at her very core; the landscape was brittle and coarse, and there was no plant life and as a result, little prey. It would be no cushy existence, but she would prefer that to her pack growing lazy and comfortable, growing fat on the lush expanse of meadow that Caurus had to offer. Here they would be protected, too, and free – not caged in, surrounded on all sides by packs.

With a deep inhalation of stinging sea air, Valdís halted. She had reached the point of the island closest to Anikira, the two joined only by a precarious, partially sub-merged path of rocks, which crossed the most dangerous, tumultuous waters surrounding Miera. It was here that she would rally her fellow survivors to her. Lifting her maw to face to the bruised sky, she howled, her voice as demanding and enduring as she was, and called her family back to her.

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Word count: 695
Notes: Aesir lives! If we haven't threaded yet, feel free to have your wolf arrive with Heim and Hel (:
Tags: Baard Heimdall Hel Runa Ingrid Saga Jotun

[Baard]

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[attr="class","pltxt"] Waiting was, as always, one of Baard's least favorite things to do. Walking around aimlessly on a new land that he had already explored was pointless, and extremely boring. But Valdis had requested he stay on the newly-formed island, in case any more Aesir members happened to show their faces. None had, and the old brute was not surprised. It had been a tragic end to much of the pack, and the swim across a rough ocean was no walk in the field; Aesir had been full of tough wolves, but not everyone was built to withstand both the cold and the waves, and it was likely that just as many wolves drowned as burned.

Where Valdis had gone, Baard was unsure; to the main island of Anikira, certainly, though whether she expected to find others from her family or simply scout, he was unclear on, and he had not asked. True to his style, the male had simply accepted her request for him to stay put, and done so without asking questions or complaining. When one owed his life to another, there was no sense in being difficult about it.

While he waited, the scarred brute took his time inspecting every nook and cranny there was here, confident that it would benefit him. Though she had been vague with him on the beach, Baard was sure his Hilmir would choose to claim the new island--Miera, was it?--in the name of Aesir. She needed a pack, not because she could not handle being alone, but because she had been part of one from a young age, brought together various wolves and lead them with confidence and strength for years. No leader could simply give that up, and especially one as stubborn as Dis.

His thoughts were interrupted with a familiar sound, one filled with strength and that brought a very rare, very small smile to his dark lips. The gray brute shook his head with a soft chuckle, allowing himself the happy display only because he knew himself to be alone. It wasn't every day one's alpha became such again, and Baard was happy to hear Valdis' call--though should anyone ask, he would deny it or ignore their question entirely. With steady paws he picked his way across the land once more, headed toward the very clear origin of the howl.

Despite the coming darkness, the silhouette of Valdis stood proud and clear in the fading light, her damp fur shining with a myriad of colors that hid the blackness of her pelt. Were he another wolf, Baard might have been stricken by her beauty--the powerfully large female, standing as though she belonged, claiming a land while she called her children to her. As it was, he simply respected the wolf before him, a wolf he had chosen to follow despite preferring to lead a life of his own. When he was within sight and sound, he made no move to alert her of his presence; she was sharp, and she would notice him before he spoke.

A dark thought entered his mind, then, but Baard pushed it aside, saving the bad news for another day. He would not allow his own foolish mind to taint a monumental day for Aesir, even if he didn't care for most of the members. Dis was owed by him, and he would serve her until his debt was null. "Made up your mind, then?" he said simply, standing a few feet away from Dis and gazing blankly at her with his dark, unreadable eyes.

Words || 606
Tags || Valdís
Notes || Only tagging Dis for now just to not be obnoxious.

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[Runa]

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Cautiously the female approached, every stride powerful, but she knew that scent. I wish Ragnar was here the thought flit across her mind, but wanted him safe above all else, and investigating a strange scent that at the time she hadn't been able to identify as her alpha would not have been a job for the both of them. Being here though I need to give him more space but she couldn't - and she knew it. The large female felt her burns flare, and winced, but other than that the ugly red mars across her previously already scarred shoulders could barely be called anything other than a distraction, because Valdis is here.

When she finally laid eyes on her alpha the powerful stride blooded with fight since the moment her parents had told her that she had to train harder, because she was bigger, and stronger than all her siblings crumbled. She almost tripped, scenting the air she could detect another here. She was too weak to make the journey to Anikira where she was sure the others had washed ashore - but perhaps some twist of fate, thank the gods, she thought as she got closer.

Baard was there, but she had little use for the male, he did not seem injured, and would be a useful asset if there was anything hostile that she had not yet encountered on this island. There was a new urgency to her pointed ears as she approached, her alpha was a capable wolf most likely a better fighter than herself but that did not change the fact that she had a job to protect the female. Especially now.

She winced at the tongue lashing she would get from her brother for not rushing back and telling him immediately but the hotheaded fool would most likely follow her anyway. She approached, keeping alert, energy already flowing back to her limbs ready to fight. Her eyes trained low to the ground she greeted Valdis, with a nod before assessing the other female again. Her alpha was tired, there wasn't much prey in this place but she wasn't complaining.

She was not in the condition she would want to be to hunt, and if it was only her starving then it would be fine, but she didn't know how much longer her brother or her alpha could go without food - and now that Baard was here...Her thoughts pondered out the possibility of a hunt. She was useless hunting smaller game and large ungulates that she would usually prey on would be hard to come by but it wasn't impossible. Before doing anything though she glanced to the two and greeted them both in the same "Hello"

Slightly curious at what the other wolf was speaking of she refrained from large blocks of speech. Had they met before, if so were there other survivors? Her mind raced, the thought of the others safe. She was sure that some survived, she had heard Valdis' call and seen many wolves follow, many others perish in the flames, but she hadn't been there during the last jump nor during the swim. While all the wolves in their pack were useful and had talent not all of them would be able to survive the swim. Although there were some I wouldn't have minded if they drowned or something but there was little real venom in the thought.

Ready for an explanation she remained standing. She hadn't had the chance to explore this island very much since the time she had gotten here, and was still cautious of threats. Though her burns had almost healed they still presented a problem, and probably would for awhile to come, crippled the thought ran through her head before she could stop it. Useless was the first word that followed - she shoved it down, but it lingered there.

tagged|| Baard , Valdís , @ragnar
word count|| 643
muse|| eh, sorry for the late reply

[Hel]

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As with every mission the dark female undertook, she carried out the mission given to Heimdall and herself very seriously. The pair had decided to part not long after being reunited so that they could cover more ground in their search for other Aesir wolves, hoping some had done as they had. Though the parting should have been difficult, it was different to before. Neither had known if the other had survived; now they both knew the other lived. It certainly gave Hel the energy needed to shake off the trauma and what it had done to her physically, though any emotional damage would wait until later to be addressed. If at all. Her emotions were so tightly bound and controlled that it would unlikely any damage would rise to the surface to effect the way she behaved. For now at least, besides, she had plenty to keep her occupied. The black fae had created a pattern of patrol and stuck to it, travelling and stepping by turns, hunting were possible. As before, she had avoided contact with the native wolves as best she could, spying and learning through word of mouth or actions taking place to give her information for later use. Though finding her pack fellows was of the most importance, Hel never passed off the opportunity to gain knowledge of places and wolves that could be of use to her later down the line.

Unfortunately she had found neither hide nor hair of others, though that did not need to mean they no longer lived. It had only been by sheer luck that she had found Heim and Dis, plus Aesir wolves could easily disappear if they wanted too and she doubted that she was the only one that had avoided contact with Anikiras wolves. There was not a one of them that could not survive alone, though of course they were stronger in a pack. Only the strong survive. She had been doing a sweep of the coast nearest to Meira, the designated place for the pack to live, when she came across her twin again. The pair greeted each other as was proper but before information could be exchanged, a sound that she was thankful to hear graced their ears. The call from their Alpha had them moving into the crashing waves and swimming towards the island offshore. It was just visible as a black silhouette against a blood red sky and Hel felt it very fitting for the pack. As a unit, they breached the shore and travelled in the direction the howl had came. Valdis was easily located because of her sheer size, and with her stood two others. Baard was as she had remembered him. And it seemed four had become five as Runa had rejoined the ranks, though she was not uninjured. As the nightmarish twins came to a halt, Hels red eyes glanced over the other two wolves before setting on the Alpha. Nodding her head at Dis, she waited for the other to speak.

Words: 507
Tags: Valdís Baard Runa Heimdall Saga
Muse: Good
Notes: Woopwoop!

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[Heimdall]

There were no bitter sweet tears, no long good byes when Heimdall and his sister went on their mission to search for other survivors. Hel was alive and more than capable of taking care of herself so he simply turned and left once they decided to split up and carry out this important task. It also provided an opportunity to check on the newest toy he could play with. 

He moved systematically and made no efforts to hide himself from the natives although he oddly hadn't met up with anyone. Maybe he was under the false impression that this island thrived with wolves, maybe conquest would be easier than he thought. But that would show in time. Brazenly stepping out like a harbinger of death itself, Heimdall scoured the land as thoroughly as he could until the appointed time to return and report. 

Seeing his sister before he launched off into those icy waters that old led him to Miera, which he had yet to set foot on, those vibrant green eyes checked her over without a word to be sure she was alright but wouldn't let concern cross his face. But if someone tried to harm her, he was sure they no longer breathed and if they somehow lived...they wouldn't be for long.

Th swim was easy compared to the journey made form Africa, the strong brute sliced through the cold water as he propelled towards this promised land for the survivors. Once arrived, he shook his dark pelt hard and looked over to his sister. "So this is home now." He murmured stoically and then walked towards that echoing sound of his alphas call. Baard was also there as well as one half of another sibling duo part of Aesir's rank. The idle thought of where her brother was left nearly as soon as it came. If he was worthy of living he would show up eventually. 

Valdís Baard Hel Runa Saga
i left it a bit vague if Heim found someone in case anyone would like to have followed him.