Deep, deadly reassurance

Siv Helsi · 07-25-2012, 12:19 AM

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(323) she's probably got her travel gear on; leather armor and black cloak with a white raven (ala icon) on it.

That stupid bitch had the nerve to attack one of the slaves. Had she thought she might not be punished? It was unforgivable. Siv was furious and had all but demanded reparations, settling only because she could not afford to look out of control. The slave was treated if only for his usefulness, though this was not anything extraordinary. Still, her Northern blood ran hot and sought justice. She had taken instead to hunting, riding Hildr hard. With the antler-tipped spear she sought a deadly game, desiring nothing more than to tear something living from the earth.

She managed to find and surprise a herd of deer, and with her fleet-footed horse, chased them down. A solid thrust brought down a young deer, skinny and struggling. Siv dismounted not far from where the doe fell and, looping Hildr’s long reins over a branch, went to work.

The hide was ripped off and in it she wrapped meat, cutting and slicing it from the bone with a wicked blade. She ate pieces of it as she worked, bloodying her mouth, and in the end was left with a carcass looking as clean as if it had been picked by scavengers. Ravens hovered around her, but the Helsi paid them little mind. She left the eyes, head, and heart for them. It was ritualistic, and a symbolic gesture to her gods.

With the hot meat and skin tied onto Hildr’s saddle, she began to travel. It had not been very long before she caught a peculiar sight—a blonde wolf, massive and striking even from a distance. Siv was glad for the horse, suddenly; she was not used to men towering above her, and was pleased she still had height on him. The spear rested against her thigh, attached to the saddle itself. She approached him boldly, purple eyes wide and bright. His confusion was not hard to miss. “Are you alright?” She called ahead.

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