4/27/2025, 7:55 PM
gjalla’s limbs felt too heavy, as if the earth itself was trying to drag her back into the grave she had torn herself free from. the voice reached her through the din, rattling against the walls of her spinning mind. she staggered, blinking against the haze.
memory tugged at the edges of her mind again—faces and voices—ulfric, thrúd, hrefna, róta, agnar, morwenna—and then the sharp, metallic taste of blood. blood she had spilled, blood she had lost. she sways, spits blood upon soil as she fought to anchor herself. fuck.
memory tugged at the edges of her mind again—faces and voices—ulfric, thrúd, hrefna, róta, agnar, morwenna—and then the sharp, metallic taste of blood. blood she had spilled, blood she had lost. she sways, spits blood upon soil as she fought to anchor herself. fuck.
water,she rasped. her throat was scorched, her body wracked by thirst so deep it gnawed at her bones. she took a step forward, then a second as she clawed her way from the divot she made in the earth.