D A R K N E S S
Location: Tynt Sjalfur, Skógur Heim
Season: Early Fall
Time: Mid-Morning
Tag: [member="Emyr"]
Time was running out, and the Queen of Tynt Sjalfur could feel it with every breath she took of the chill morning air. Between the need to bring in enough game to see them through the winter, and this ridiculous tournament that her council insisted that she throw; there would be little time to actually govern her people or establish herself as their ruler. Perhaps with some luck, there would be a suitor or two that wouldn't be a complete waste of flesh - though she doubted it. It had been her parents' greatest sorrow that she'd not at least had a brother to continue on the line with her... A mated pair would have been an assurance of the continuation of their line, and with none but herself remaining from the original O'Vyr line - this particular monarchy would die with her. Unless of course, she could find a worthy match for herself and hopefully pass on enough of her jeans to create another pair herself.Heavy footfalls carried the massive woman through the tight, earthen streets of her village, the gentle sway of her steps causing the small metal pieces of her armor to clink and tinkle. The sky was clear, only a small smattering of wispy white clouds obscuring fractions of the crisp blue expanse above her. She could see at the end of the row of neat, wooden houses she strode among, that the mountains to the west of their village were capped with white... Winter would be upon them soon enough, and the leaves would soon change and fall, leaving them little choice but to hunker down in their longhouses until the seasons changed again.
The monarch had many pleasant memories of the months they would spend cooped up indoors, sharing meals warmed over communal fires in large pits in the centre of the lodges. Her parents had often insisted that she sit amount the thanes and listen as they would plan the raids for the spring and take inventory of food stores or their ships. She'd learned so much in those long winter months - but she was feeling assured that this year would be very different. If she didn't find a suitable match before the snows set in deep, she'd be left to try and solidify her station amongst a den of wolves... Even with the other wolves on their doorstep, it was the men of her council that she felt ill at ease about. One of those Lupine creatures could be crushed easily enough - but she doubted very much that crushing each member of her council who opposed her would bring her the same level of peace.
Her mismatched eyes still scanned the skies silently as she caught sight of something faint. There was something sort of like a dark smudge, far in the distance - though as she watched it grew ever darker. The size and the colour shifted dramatically as whatever this was came careening through the sky, igniting as it came ever closer, a massive ball of something shiny and now aflame. Morrígan's morning walk completely halted as her jaw dropped open a touch, her wide eyes confused as this thing fell through the sky. There was no chance that this object wasn't going to embed itself into the ground, but with luck, it would fall short of their village.
The tremor as it made landfall caused bushels of hay that had been leaned against stables in preparation for winter to tumble to the ground, items falling from shelves inside of the wooden homes on either side of her, the startled screams of villagers and the eruption of cries from the youngest denizens of Tynt Sjalfur. As silence and stillness fell once more, the Queen took only a moment to thank the skies above that whatever this was hadn't crushed them all and bellowed a cry, "Ǘlfhéõnar! To me!" Her voice cut through that crisp, morning silence as she heard the horde begin to rouse themselves, gathering shields and swords. The monarch was already dressed to bear and had no need for such things, so she instead took off at a loping pace towards whatever this thing was, trusting her mounted warriors to follow.