Wildfire in the North

[Althea_ 331]

 

Spoiler

I’m not into forum posting, never made a RP post like this here before, but figured this was worth giving it a shot. 

Special thanks to @Smol for helping me format and offering me some advice for such!

 

Moosik:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uUtS2CbNxU

 

Delving into the Deep Northern Woods, where the nights are long and days short, stood alone a reddish Jötunn Runt, still plagued by youth and its crises, chasing away to find solace among the tall spruces. Tears of anguish trailing down, onto clenching pointy teeth which stuck out, dangling off the jaw and into mossy grounds. Brutish fists, ornamented by gauntlets of faux gold, hacking and ripping at innocent bark; the frantic motion soundtracked by a cacophony of wails of anger, blending with guttural humanoid-howls, uttered by the aggrieved one, who sought naught but to escape and vent, unknowing there is one they may never be freed from.

 

“How many tears have you already spared?”

 

A voice came, disembodied and silent to all bar the Jötunn, who could only erratically lurch their torso upward, trying to scour for its source; savage arms flailing across the air, Svärdstav piercing through it, pointing hazardously at whatever could be in there. Hostile and eager for retaliation, to force upon another the pain which they felt but could not bury, nor be healed from, for none seemed to wish to comfort them now. 

 

“Goooood” Said another voice, deeper, more malicious, savoring each swing “Let it out on the world, on those who hurt you. . .” As a myriad of familiar figures were weaved from shadow, amid the trees, before their very own eyes; auric spears and blades wielded by them.

 

The Jötunn’s heart pounded on, throbbing louder and faster, bolstered by anxiety and fear, - a bark out in response “THEY DIDN’T!.. Not ALL -  IT’S NOT!” Their excuses, weak, faulty, and worse of all: dishonest with themself, trying to defend those who mightn’t defend them back  in return. 

 

“Are you so sure?” The second, foul, voice inquired; followed by the original, softer, one “Running off. . . Always running. . . to what end?” 

 

As indeed, the Jötunn took to pivot and flee from the images cast before their gaze. Across thorn and bushes they dashed, clashing and tripping on overgrown roots, into the feet of two ‘maternal’ figures. One human, whose hand gestured the small Jötunn away; another, more monstrous, but still bestowed with sylvan grace, simply, into the woods, fading away. 

 

“Alone… again.” Spoke the tender of the two voices. “They fear you, don’t trust you, so they try to bind you - for how long will you allow it?” Followed by the other, cut short by a sudden arrow, narrowly missing its mark upon the Jötunn's back. Two figures, tall, armored and masked, encroached nearby, followed by the others from yore. 

The forest itself shifted: its Mightiest Tree’s canopy losing its leaves, replaced by soaring Flame, gallows’ ropes dangling from its branches.

 

“We should’ve never let you into our walls.” - “STOp!” The Jötunn cried - pleaded -  in response.

 

Flashes of horns and tusks, snow and stone, all painted in blood - human and elven blood - flushed the Jötunn’s mind and eyes alike, their wheezy breath coming to a sudden halt as…

 

“. . . Snake, Monster.” 

 

The Jötunn snapped - a great screech, raw and guttural, of trepidation and anger, breaking the scene. 

Serpents of Raging-Flame hissed, lunging onto the many figures tormenting their master, opening maws wide to devour them whole, spiraling out of control as they mercilessly entangled all that surrounded them, in response to the Jötunn’s fright, angst, and hurt. 

 

 

To put an end to this pandemonium, a Great Direwolf - Hróðvitnir - rushed into the scene, howling and barking in search of their owner, their friend, in despair. The Lupine Beast would spot, curled tight together, frozen upon the soil, the figure of Leikn; scooping them up as they both escaped the burning forest; flora screaming, fauna fleeing. 

 

This could be no dream… for these Leikn had ‘tamed & mastered’,

all was seen and felt vivid by them, 

foremost on the mind and heart.

Lacerations left, stitches reopen.

They were tired, and now . . .

 

There was Wildfire in the North

 

 

OOC:

 

Spoiler

The events described above happened over a small patch of woodland in an inconsequential Northern Forest not particularly near any northern nation. They narrate what ensued after a certain Roleplay the character - Leikn - recently underwent (#angst).

 

You may RP as having witnessed  some of the events which transpired or simply react to their aftermath (the fire and destruction), so long it’d make sense for your character to have been nearby (ayo Harrower gang, Popsicle-Witches, and other Northernmost Residents), or somehow be capable to watch or otherwise learn about it - I only ask you do so in good-faith.

 

Do note most of this was composed by hallucinations projected by the character’s head; only the “Jötunn”/Leikn, Hrodvitnir (the Direwolf), the Fire-Serpents (flamethrower) and the Burning Forest were real - nothing else could be seen or heard by any spectator.