1/5/2025, 1:09 PM
「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
Sometimes good things came to an end and it was a blessing and a curse to know when. Yule had not succeeded this year for it was prior to this that Freya felt the tides change. It was after this point that her soul bounds began to prepare for her departure to her new life. Tyr found himself troubled, conflicted by his grasp to godhood and the mortal children he had birthed in this plane of existence. Even if he were to leave this realm, there was no guarantee they would follow.
Time had told what would happen when Freya departed and finally the numbers were beginning to show. Loki, Jao, Raihn, just to name a few of those who had followed the goddess as she returned to Yggdrasill. The god's chest ached for his son and friends. While him had Loki had not always seen eye to eye, it was a dance they'd played for many millennia. Tyr had yet to be removed, bound to the mortal world by a slither of his greed to remain. The further changes to the Demeni were to come, the hardest aspect being to let go of the woman that had connected them all as companions.
It was a necessary evil.
So Tyr called to his brothers and sisters, asking them to gift him with their company in that moment to unite themselves. He couldn't blame those who sought greener pastures across the chilly waters on the mainland. In fact, that was why he resided at the shore, hoping to bring their orca to the surface for such an occasion if others needed passage across the high tides.
The wind held a chill that froze him to his core, the flurries scattering like stars across the midnight blues of his pelt as he stood looking out across the bay.
Time had told what would happen when Freya departed and finally the numbers were beginning to show. Loki, Jao, Raihn, just to name a few of those who had followed the goddess as she returned to Yggdrasill. The god's chest ached for his son and friends. While him had Loki had not always seen eye to eye, it was a dance they'd played for many millennia. Tyr had yet to be removed, bound to the mortal world by a slither of his greed to remain. The further changes to the Demeni were to come, the hardest aspect being to let go of the woman that had connected them all as companions.
It was a necessary evil.
So Tyr called to his brothers and sisters, asking them to gift him with their company in that moment to unite themselves. He couldn't blame those who sought greener pastures across the chilly waters on the mainland. In fact, that was why he resided at the shore, hoping to bring their orca to the surface for such an occasion if others needed passage across the high tides.
The wind held a chill that froze him to his core, the flurries scattering like stars across the midnight blues of his pelt as he stood looking out across the bay.
No time like the present,he uttered, his breath cascading from his lips in a plume of vapour. The time had come to announce the disappearance of their Queen and company.
