#varbjxrn

[vorubjorn]

@varbjxrn​ ‘ Sparring ring, now.’ 

[ivakir]

@varbjxrn​​ sent: “ guess that’s why i’m not a politician. ” l the meme

"Because you need a special way of thinking to understand politics. It's not just sitting and discussing something. You learn your opponent, as if you see an interesting bug in front of you, and then press them, like a parasite. You fight. But you fight with words, not with swords. Sometimes it can be very interesting," she pressed a finger against her chin and smiled. "It's almost like playing cards. It's risky. Predict wrong the next step and then you will lose everything. Isn't it exciting?" she laughed. "But my main goal is a victory, not to savour the process. It’s boring most of the time.”

[ncumenia-archived]

|| continuing from 🌒 || || @varbjxrn ||

How had she just finished here? With an utter stranger, above all. Ah, now she’s slowly recalling what happened.

A storm. She’s scared of them. Those loud noises reminded her of Solari’s violence and hatred. The moment they started, it felt like her mind went totally blank, stopping working properly. And, apparently, her fear made her meet that man, now barely commenting how much wild it was, mayhaps an attempt to engage a conversation with the Lunari.

For a moment, Ernye stood silent, maybe irked by that crackling fire a few steps away from here, albeit the pain caused from that light source was somehow bearable. Then, her cerulean eyes met his face. He seemed a meek man, and by how he looked she assumed he was a sort of warrior or similar. What she found more interesting about his person was those facial tattoos he had -they were so important in her culture.-

Did they mean something?

«... Yes. That... Was unexpected.»

She finally replied, a feeble answer sliding out from her lips, trying to hide the huge discomfort she felt toward storms in general. Clenching one of her fists, she sighed.

«Who.. Are you, by the way...? Those marks on your face are unfamiliar to me... Are you someone important in your... Village, tribe...?»

[wcrstarter]

Bear appears. Bear is tired. Bear sees an Sonja shaped pillow. She now has a massive bear head on her lap.

@varbjxrn

Sonja had settled in by the fireplace to pour over the latest novel that had caught her fancy, warmed by the fire but not needing it for light or warmth. She merely liked to sit next to it and wonder if the warmth it gave was similar to what it felt like to stand in the sun for others. It was a relaxing way for her to unwind at the end of the day, her guard was down and visitors would escape her notice for the first little while.

She did not take notice of the bear entering her space, until the bear rested it’s massive head upon her lap. Quite startled, the vampiress shut her book and set it aside. She surveyed the bear for a minute or two, humming thoughtfully to herself. The bear was certainly larger than most, and something told her that this was no ordinary bear. She suspected that it was more of a who than a rogue animal come to visit; even if no human would dare enter a vampire’s dwelling with the moon so high in the sky, she’d never had wild bears approach her to escape a hunter’s arrows.

“Well, who might you be then? A friend I would suppose, else you’d not come so close to me.” The vampiress runs her fingers through the Bear’s fur, stroking their head gently. If they would transform back and answer her, she’d have plenty of questions. If not, well, she did not altogether mind the company. A bear would not scare Sonja, as it was no Child of William to be concerned over.

[helreginn]

A roar of challenge sounded from within the wood, sending creatures fleeing from the source. Not long after, a massive bear lumbered into view, nose to the ground as if following something.

Motionless, but for the eyes that followed the beast’s every step, Hel sat propped against the rough bark of a tree. She was not stilled by fear or even the hope he wouldn’t notice her. Hel was more curious than concerned. Fear is a learned response and growing up surrounded by large creatures of fang and fur, it was not something she herself had learned. (At least not in regards to said creatures) She stared at the bear. Watched it sniff at the ground and wondered what had made it act with such fury. 

[wcrstarter]

❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

@varbjxrn//ʀᴇɪɢɴ

The vampiress arches a brow at him, amused to encounter the human concept of morality once again. Though a vampire’s moral compass differed greatly from that of a mortal, particularly as the centuries drifted onward and the vampire was free to observe and learn from several different generations of dynasties. History was written by the victors and survivors, who had a tendency to edit the details to paint themselves in a better light in order to ease a guilty conscience. 

“I dare say, your concept of what is right and what is wrong would vary greatly from my own. Advice from a place of well meaning, is never a bad thing to listen to. Sometimes one finds answers in the most unusual of places.” Sonja replied, fixing a strap on her armour so it laid flat and ceased to annoy her by twisting. 

His hesitance towards offering advice due to his own perception his reputation of moral alignment, did win him a smile from Sonja.Being the leader of her father’s armies and a princess by right in her homeland, she was quite accustomed to many offering advice to her. Some meant well, others sought to manipulate to rise their own social standing. The respect shown by Sverre, was not one she would oftentimes encounter without having to, at some point, educate the other individual as to not underestimate her.

“I would be glad to hear any advice you would have to give me. I am after all, merely a visitor in these lands, but they are your homeland. Some of the intricacies of your culture escape me, for the present at least.”

[helreginn]

The path was narrow but well worn along the waters edge. Hel followed it closely, paying no mind to much else but the sounds of the flowing water and the birds in the distance. She idly noted a man a little ways away. He was messing with some clothes on a log. She assumed he was placing him there before he went to bathe himself but then she thought... He is already wearing clothes. It occured to her that he also was not wet so he wasn’t coming out of the water either as she watched the man pick up the bundled clothes and begin wandering off. She walked further towards the edge of the grass and spied a man there. Naked and wet. Oh. “Uh... your clothes are being stolen!” she called loudly and pointed to the man still within running distance of herself. When she yelled, the man picked up his pace but she made no move to follow. 

@varbjxrn

[wcrstarter]

@varbjxrn​ // ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ

When the days grew long and she had grown bored of her father’s court, Sonja had decided to migrate to the far reaches of the cold North. Like all vampires, the snow and ice’s harsh chill held no power over her. The Northern humans were quite different from the ones in her home of Hungary, their valiant struggle against the harsh climate was equally impressive to their prowess in battle. 

The battle had been a vicious one, but one warrior in particular had caught the vampiress’s eye as she observed from the sidelines, curious to see how the fight would be drawn to a close. Only one had survived the battle, without succumbing to blood loss or battle wounds. There was only one heartbeat pounding hard that she could make out above the eerie song of the carrion birds circling the skies above. 

The lone survivor was the one that had caught her eye, and spontaneity had seized her. She acted without thinking, passing over the bodies of the fallen mortals to stand at the surviving warrior’s side. A brief touch to his cheek to draw his attention to her, then a searing kiss was given. For a moment after they parted she smiled, bemused that he seemed unafraid of her and was under the impression she would take him somewhere. Did the mortal think her to be a valkyrie? She understood where the confusion could come from, she was in full black iron plate from travelling in her death dealer garb and her royal lineage made her move and hold herself with a particular poise.

But she had no intentions of spiriting any soul away, nor wetting her blade. The vampiress was merely curious about the human whom had fought as viciously and ferociously as any immortal could. His prowess in battle had earned both her favour and curiosity.

“You have life left in you, do you not? You won the battle, an impressive feat no less. Consider the kiss the start of the celebration of your victory.” She replied smoothly, arching a brow in challenge before she turned her back in order to walk from the battlefield. The heavy scent of blood hanging in the air, it stirred her instincts and made her eyes shine brightly in the dark. 

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up and well fed to celebrate your victory.” Sonja called, looking back over her shoulder, her expression made it clear she expected to be followed. Valkeryie she was not, but a ruling Princess of another land she was truly.