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Siv Helsi · 05-01-2012, 02:44 PM

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(335) mama siv is PIIIIISSSSED

The wine worked on her mind alongside the smoke. Siv had looked to her potions and her gods for their wisdom. War—war was a thing that she knew now. She sat in her tent, staring into a bowl of blood, and looked for signs. Since the death of Larkspur her connection to the spirit world had become needed. It was a key she had been handed and one she would take full advantage of. One did not need the third eye to see that the leadership was cracking. Eris showed most of all, but she had seen the madness in Sirius’ eyes and known what ill intent came on his Hunter’s heels.

That had been two days ago. A full day had been spent recovering, eating heavily and taking herbs to ease the headache. Today was one that required a hunt; what stores she had left were depleted. With Hildr saddled and a savage spear in hand (this she had constructed after the first attack). It was made of thick oak and topped with a thick antler point. This was more capable than even steel—a well aimed blow could shatter a femur. She knew this because she had seen it done, and that impression had never left her. Lesser décor lined the shaft, raven feathers and white fur dyed with the purple she used on her own cloak. It was carved with runes, marked with holy signs.

The path was taken at an easy trot, both horse and rider glad for it. They were not far from the river when a cry came. Her daughter’s cry. A fury overtook the witch-woman like one she had never felt before—she had not been there when Draugr had fought before. Her heels dug into the side of the horse and urged her into a gallop.

She burst through the trees and saw them, rushing down on her daughter and the newer members of the Family. Spear in hand, Siv charged, screaming, headlong for their leader.

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