CLOSED STARTER // @healertm
Asgard doesn’t have enough wilderness to fit him. The upside is that Asgard’s wild are just that - wild, beyond anything you could find on Midgard, or anywhere else he’s heard of. There’s a point beyond the cities where it’s just . . . seidr and teeth.
He hasn’t been to the city in years, and he isn’t planning on going. No, he’s planning on going into the caves, today. Mushroom hunting ( not mushrooms, technically. Fungus. Asgard fungus. )
Thing is, he doesn’t find his mushrooms. He finds nothing, at first, which is suspicious in and of itself, because he knows he’d left some here to grow so he could gather more later. And then, to make it worse, he finds footprints.
He’s not sure what kind of a person would come out here, to the wilds, but he’s in the middle of turning around in an active effort to not find out when something snaps behind him.
His bow is drawn and nocked in less than a moment.
It’s a woman, or at least they appear to be. Beautiful, really. Long hair, pale skin. It’s in his nature to notice that she’s maybe too pale, possibly sick, but then again, they may just be living in a cave. Who are they?
❝ Who are you ? ❞ He asks, his voice think with an accent that most Asgardians are unfamiliar with. It’s not accusatory, but rather just a question - he wants to know.
