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#1
Brynja Shieldbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old

A grunt broke the silence of the woods around her, followed by a hiss. So she was still tender - that was good to know. The well-worn path that snaked before her was slick and muddy from a spring shower was proving to be the bane of her existence, yet the shieldmaiden persisted. Brynja knew her dear friend could not harbor her forever in the safety of his forge. She had let down her people by her sudden disappearance. The taste of shame was still thick on her tongue. Her shame was as bitter as bile, as sour as rotten berries. Even if her disappearance had a valid reason, would they understand? Would she ever be welcomed home?

Vibrant blues glanced back at her rear left leg, sneering at the all too familiar sight. Pink scars now puckered along the limb, disrupting her natural stripes. Her rear leg was still stiff from disuse - something that should get better with time...Or so she was told. Even then, she still prayed to the gods. Brynja had prayed to them for strength, for healing, for guidance. Despite the silence from the gods, the striped maiden knew she couldn't continue living a bachelor's life with her friend. As much as they both made a game of drinking and chasing skirts, Brynja knew where she belonged.

That's how she found herself trying not to slip and kill herself as she trudged towards the all familiar Blár Stream. Shaking her head, Brynja continued along her way with caution. She was being dramatic. If anything was going to kill her, it was likely to be another bear, knowing her luck. That thought alone drew a snort of amusement from her. It would be divine justice, she supposed. To avenge the bear she killed in order to continue to kicking and screaming in this world.

The distance bubbling of the stream called to Brynja like a siren's song. She knew it was a risky gamble to leave herself so exposed to the potential of being discovered, very much alive and still lingering in her former kingdom. Yet, she couldn't find a single fuck to give. So she continued her slow descent, picking each step carefully to avoid another potential catastrophe. Her reward was a long, cool drink from the stream once she had crossed its rocky banks. It was easy to ignore the cool water lapping at her legs as she satisfied a thirst she hadn't realized needed to be quenched.

Yet there was another itch that crawled along Brynja's spine that she couldn't quite place...

tagged: Hel
notes: Title is based off of this song
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Tag: @[Brynja]

#2

HEL
of
TRYGGR

The haunted woman couldn't stand another second in the holds. While the new sovereign hadn't fucked up (yet, she supposed, since did not all royalty do so in time), the shadows had threatened to invade her where she was at her safest. While the general day-to-day had returned to somewhat normalcy, she morning she woke with new faces peering from behind the gossamer firs and their dwindling branches. While they made no physical approach, they stayed at a distance they were growing brave. They came closer and closer with each rise. A pressure steadily rose in her visage, a thunderous, unrelenting pressure that pressed onto the front of her cranium. It was at it's strongest when her burning orbs fluttered awake, her body damp with night sweats, and a shadow lingered behind an evergreen not two feet away.

She shot to her hooves, leather strappings clattering and disturbing all those around her, and those same flints struck the earth and brought her galloping from the mountain summit. She ran well until the soft pink and lilac of the morning sky had faded into the muted perriwinkle. Steely clouds dotted the atmosphere, lingering brothers to those that had poured the night prior. It left the purchase of the ground untrustworthy, but it did not stop Hel.

Rather it's challenge seemed to motivate her to continue. While shame lingered deep in her warrior's heart due to the choice of flight in the face of shadows and phantoms, the simple idea of commanding the soft sod beneath her hooves to listen to her dampened that shame. She rode this finite feeling until her legs began to protest and the heights of Berg-Risi were all but a hazy cliff on the horizon. Like a battering ram she broke through the underbrush, slid down the hills, and used her blinking ability (now and again she could call upon it and it proved useful) to come to the streams. It's babble had been strangled by her mad-man's dash, and it wasn't until her hooves clacked across the river rocks and her lips fell to the crisp waters of Blár that she let the first heave of her sides subside to her fatigue. The cool liquid quenched the heat in her chest and belly, and when she took a deep gulp of air after her drink, crystal droplets dribbling from her lips as her dreaded visage rose, the world froze.

Some sword sweeps down the stream a familiar face stalled, also taking refuge in the crips stream. Everything faded; she couldn't remember the anxiety that had choked her this morning, the shame from her escape, nor the pride in commanding the ground beneath her hooves. Nothing. Like a husk, an all too familiar feeling she loathed to admit, she stared back at Brynja. The long lost viking queen was there in the stony, striped flesh. Her leg was puckered with fresh prink scars, some still scabs, but otherwise she looked as she had the day she'd left. The nothingness in Hel's chest began to fade as her fiery appendages drug her through the shallow river and to it's center, facing the woman fully. Harks fell back into the mess of her dreads, and slowly a beetle overtook her brow. "Where the fuck do you get off, coming back here?"

WC: 556
Tagged: Brynja


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powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.

Tag: @[Hel]

#3
Brynja Shieldbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old

Brynja didn't ponder on the what if's very often. She had always been strict in following facts and previous experiences. Before her brush with death, Brynja had little reason to doubt anything in life. Her way of life had been a well-worn skin, passed from generation to generation. She knew what they were, what they did, what was expected of her position among her brothers and sisters in arms. Yet, even Brynja had to admit that her brush with death and subsequent self-imposed exile as she recovered had rattled her. While she was still her same confident self, perhaps annoyingly so, there was now a whispering voice of doubt that liked to pick at her brain every once in a while.

She hadn't given any of her former clansmen any thought that morning before making her trek to the cool waters of Blár. The further the closer she got, the whispers had begun in the back of her mind. They grew increasingly louder and more insistent the farther she went. What if they find you? Did you really think they'd welcome you home? That they will sound the horns and spread a great feast in your honor?

Despite Brynja's best attempts to drown them out, the striped shieldmaiden quietly knew they had some kind of merit. She would have to be a fool to think she could easily sneak in and back out without being detected. She had trained with most of the souls in the forests of Tryggr's holdings. She knew they were beyond capable of guarding the borders; something Brynja sourly noted that the new sovereign was likely thankful for. Brynja knew she would have to move quickly to avoid detection, despite her condition. As she cautiously pivoted to slink back to the safety of the shadows, a clacking sound reached her ears. Cursing under her breath, the mare stopped to stand completely still. Maybe if she didn't move and draw attention to herself, they'd simply overlook her and go about their merry business.

Yet when her vibrant blues landed on an all too familiar face, Brynja felt her heart ache.

It was not hard to miss the haunted look in her eye or the frazzled state she was in. Brynja knew Hel was haunted by many things but had never pried. It wasn't her place to back then, and it certainly wouldn't have been appreciated.  She missed the camaraderie they had had, but...Hel might not understand why she couldn't return. At least, not until now when she could safely hobble about. Brynja remains still as her once-friend slid into the cool waters, praying with all her might that she would be overlooked. As fate would have it, though, the gods chose to mock Brynja instead. She knew as soon as Hel's golden eyes found her, the game was over. There would be no chance to return to the shadows, not when the mare's vision had pinpointed on to her. Sure, Brynja could be a coward and still slink away - but she knew it would be futile. Hel would still peruse her, regardless of her choices.

Rather than give in to the clawing need to flee back to her shadowy haven, the striped mare stood tall with her shoulders stiffly squared. Brynja is surprised by the lack of rage in Hel's words, though refrains from snorting at her friend's choice of question. "Would you believe me if I told you?" Her question is blunt, yet her voice is soft with uncertainty. Everyone else could go fuck themselves if Brynja was honest. Hel was the only one that mattered much when Brynja was a warrior, then Tryggr's queen. Hel had always been the shield to Brynja's back. Her hip cocks, taking the pressure off of her newly scarred and stiff leg. "Cave bears are a bitch."

tagged: Hel
notes: none.
"Speech!" Thoughts!

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Tag: @[Brynja]

Hel Offline

Commander

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 7 Autumn ☁
  • Height: 16hh
  • Arcana: Teleportation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 20
  • Crystals: 80
  • Played By: Soupi

#4

Brynja was a stubborn bitch. Like the rest of their clansmen, and like the remaining locals still living in squalor, she was resilient both physically and socially. She couldn't be bullied or pushed to do something she displeased. One couldn't convince her to take the safer route down the winding summit path rather than save time on the slope. At least... that had been the Brynja Hel recalled. Her two audits, one of midnight and the other alabaster, twitched along the gnarled gatherings of her dreads. Hel's brow still hung low, shadowing her gilt eyes that offered little warmth and only ice. There was a moment that she simply stared at the striped mare after her query was posed, studying her as if some new specimen - especially the scars. They were a new addition. In some odd way that perhaps only her shield sister would understand, Hel found herself envious of them.

But the woman offered a rhetorical question, a verbal peace offering if there ever would have been one from either of the two vixen. But of all things, she cocked her damn hip like she still owned the place, and complained about cave bears as if drawling about the recent terrible weather. A scoff expunged from Hel's lips, and the leather adorned mare tossed her gaze momentarily away. Her visage shook, muzzle minutely shifting from the left to the right. "Cave bears...", she spat into the quite wood encircling them. A single orbit slipped back towards the once-sovereign, and Hel found her stomach quite uncomfortable. There was a fleeting moment where she considered her last meal, but she hadn't ate anything out of the usual. Of course, she attributed to the shadows and darkness that loom at her back. But even now, her focus entirely devoted to Brynja, she hardly felt their burning presence; couldn't be them. Whatever it was, she elected to ignore it, and her visage snapped back to the other woman.

"I'd have expected at least a cloak in trophy to your close encounter." Hel's tone was gruff, almost hesitant, but taunting. In some ways she didn't want to mock a shield sister she had once revered. Seemed a sour thing to do. But, she couldn't leave well enough alone. No... she couldn't walk away from her now. Citrine hooves, lustrous from the stream, pricked further forward. The ka-thunk-click, kathunk-click of her approach in the water seemed to accentuate ever step she took, until they stopped with her halt. Less than a sword's sweep away, the fiery hued femme eyed the striped mare, her jewelry, her sapphire eyes. She may have been Tryggr once, and mayhap still, but what kind of shield woman would Hel be to let her waltz unhindered into their realm?

"What are you doing here?", she finally inquired. The tone of her voice dropped, hovering only several octaves over a murmur. What was she doing here? It was the new question that would surely spread through Tryggr like wildfire once another soul got whiff of the information. They'd spent so long asking where, that it finally turned to why.

WC: 522
Tag: Brynja
OOC: ...
HEL

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.

Tag: @[Hel]

Brynja Offline

Berg-Risi Commoner

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 7 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Elemental Ice
  • Level: Dormant
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 10
  • Crystals: 390
  • Played By: Mallory

#5

   

Brynja Sheildbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old



A silence had crept over them, but Brynja didn't mind. It was almost like the embrace of a friend or an old lover - intimate, comforting, yet not stifling in the slightest. Silence had been common between the two mares long before Brynja had been a Queen. Their camaraderie was one of solitude. Well, and maybe the occasional fight or two. Usually a spat over stupid decisions, given Brynja's stubborn nature. The striped mare still couldn't fathom just why Hel had stayed at her side through all these years. Through all of the shenanigans Brynja had inevitable dragged the other mare through or through literal hell on others. Besides, neither mare had ever been ones to unnecessarily fill the void with mindless chatter or go on great soliloquies because the quiet grew to be too much.

They just basked in it, for having the other standing beside them had always been enough. But would it now? Her own uncertainty made Brynja wary. She knew she had broken a great deal of trust, of faith, all the bonds she had had before suddenly disappearing. Knowing Hel as long as she had, Brynja knew that their friendship would come second to protecting Tryggr. That was where their loyalties had always been - protecting the lands of their forefathers and of their people first.

A snort breaks Brynja's silence, bemused by Hel's rather frank remark. Her lips twitch with the compulsion to smile, though she doesn't quite give in to it. "Next time, I suppose. I gave the trophy to the man who saved my leg." It was the truth, despite the amusement that tinged her voice. It was the least she could do, Brynja had reasoned back then. Give the pelt to the stallion who had not only saved her leg, but also her life - plus aide him around his forge to the best of his abilities. But even his charity had come to an end. Hel moved closer, and Brynja took that as a good sign. Perhaps not all things were lost, despite the poor choices she had made. A slight frown erased the traces of Brynja's amusement. Why was she here? Surely, Hel was jesting. It was obvious, wasn't it?

"Queen or not, Tryggr is still my home. I will always feel the pull."



tagged: Hel
notes: none
"Speech!" Thoughts!
Tag: @[Brynja]

Hel Offline

Commander

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 7 Autumn ☁
  • Height: 16hh
  • Arcana: Teleportation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 20
  • Crystals: 80
  • Played By: Soupi

#6

Brynja may have been a stubborn bitch, but so was Hel. It was a mutual understanding both of the femme had come to expect of one another's companionship. Since their time spent brawling in the muds when they were fillies to harden their bodies for the years to come, both had been unrelenting in their steadfastness. It was a commodity nowadays where loyalty could be bought with so little (pleasures of the flesh, false promises, or land). It all meant very little when a conscious was so easily corrupted. But these two fiery femme fatales? Loyalty was all they ever had, all they could ever give. It didn't matter if one of them got a good hit in one of their matches that broke a tooth or if stupid decisions separated them on minute matters. The point wasn't always to agree. It was to have your kin's hinds when others sought to strike.

Hel could see it in Brynja's eyes that she was understanding just where the fiery commander stood. While their vows to each other bond them by oath, their blood and their lives were dedicated to Tryggr, and if either abandoned their home each were of equal apprehension that their shield sister could quickly become an enemy. But Brynja knew the haunted Hel well enough to also know that she didn't see the striped silver vixen as an enemy now. No... despite the wordless disappearance, the cockiness she displayed without remorse, or the ineffectual way she managed to try and sneak back into the West, this once Viking Queen was no harm to the people within. Perhaps to their hearts, maybe, as many will believe a ghost walks in their midst, but not of their bodies.

So the dreaded shield sister offers one last assessment of Brynja, an obvious one that trails from her hooves, along the curves of her body (that had always been more attractive than Hel's), and lastly back to her visage. "As we all." Hel muttered back to her, a momentary unveiling of the woman beneath her leather armor and eternally shadowed brow; a display of trust, albeit it hesitant. Could she trust her? Was it simply injury that kept her away from her throne, left her a deserter? The supple pink scars sure were evidence enough. A lump is forced down Hel's throat as she momentarily tosses a glance behind her shoulder, half expecting the shadow demons of Helheim to be waiting just passed her shoulder, but she finds nothing but the quiet and eerily still forest of the West. Sharply she turns back, her gilt visionaries melting from their freeze with the smallest flame. "Much has changed." She keeps her voice low again, although she is unsure why. "A new king sits on the throne. He means well for Tryggr and her people, but I do not expect a warm welcome to the one he had previously sought when he ultimately took the throne."

WC: 492
Tag: Brynja
OOC: whoops
HEL

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.

Tag: @[Hel]

Brynja Offline

Berg-Risi Commoner

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 7 Winter ❅
  • Height: 16.2hh
  • Arcana: Elemental Ice
  • Level: Dormant
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 10
  • Crystals: 390
  • Played By: Mallory

#7

   

Brynja Sheildbreaker

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old



Perhaps she should have stayed gone. It would have seemed the best, at that moment, if she had never dared to stay a hoof into Tryggr once more. Her return only seemed to incite more conflict upon her oldest friend. The foreign feeling of guilt wormed itself in Brynja's heart. A noxious acidic taste of bile coated Brynja's tongue as the guilt only buried itself deeper in the former queen's chest, chipping away at the mare's resolve that returning home wouldn't have had any consequences.

Home.

Was this still home, though? Doubt clawed at her, fueled by her guilty conscious. The west would always be home to Brynja, but would the west ever consider her part of its children after her betrayal? Her disappearance? The idea made her gut twist uncomfortably. Where would she go, if she could never return home? Would Hel cast her out, despite their bond? Of course she would; her sense of duty to House Tryggr would always overrule her ties to living souls, just like Brynja's once had. Their bond and their loyalty to each other ran deep, but for once...Brynja wasn't quite sure if it would be strong enough to save her from a true banishment. To be cast from the very lands that birthed her was a fate crueler than death.

Brynja's lips twist into something she hopes is remotely close to a proud smile, knowing Hel's words are true. Any child of the House would always find their way back, just as Brynja had. The Viking maid waits patiently in the silence as Hel's gaze darts about, unperturbed by the suspicion that is there for Brynja knows it's not directed at her. The demons that have haunted Hel since her own unfortunate experiences are well known to the striped mare and it makes her wonder - has it gotten worse? Did her abrupt disappearance only harm her dear companion more than she would ever let on? Her smile melts away as Hel's gilt gaze returns, delivering news Brynja had expected but was still unpleasant. Someone else in her throne, even if she had no right to claim it anymore. She hums in acknowledgment, shifting on her hooves. Her legs still aches terribly and her relentless traveling to return to the west had only made it worse. "As much as it disheartens me, I cannot say I'm terribly surprised," she replies somberly, her voice soft with the sense of loss wrapping itself around her throat like a noose. "I know I would be the very same in his stead if the roles were reversed. Maybe it was a mistake to come back."



tagged: Hel
notes: -hides-
"Speech!" Thoughts!
Tag: @[Brynja]

Hel Offline

Commander

  • Gender: Mare
  • Age & Season: 7 Autumn ☁
  • Height: 16hh
  • Arcana: Teleportation
  • Level: Apprentice
  • Lineage: Local
  • Species: Equine
  • Posts: 20
  • Crystals: 80
  • Played By: Soupi

#8

Hel and Brynja, despite their lack of shared blood, had grown up together. They were shield sisters, and it meant more than simply holding the front of the line when Tryggr was endangered or each other's backs when shit really went dire. It meant years of coming to understand those that stood besides you, knowing when to back down when the hot headed natures were going too far or when to remain silent in observation to a private solace. Though she'd been gone for some months, Hel hadn't lost the ability to read Brynja. There was a turmoil inside her, raging behind that stone parapet of hers that few saw behind. Hel didn't even know if she really and truly understood what was beyond that wall - but it could be said the same of her. They were shield maidens through and through, and they wore those shields for more than simply battle.

Hel offered another cursory glance over her other shoulder, again spying for the lurking demons and shadows she had been trying to escape previously, but they do not show themselves. Not now at least. They would have a witness... So with a heavy sigh the viking mare returns back to the striped mare, her mind falling prey to the fractures and irreparable breaks that had occurred those years ago in the alps. Brynja's situation that had taken her from Tryggr was not unlike her own - except the mountain lion had been successful in slaying Hel. She'd fallen in battle at least, and had hoped for a kingdom of Valhalla to greet her upon wake, but no such realm existed. It was only brimstone and fire, ngihtmares and deamons, lichs and devils. What was worse? Hel had died with her shield up and her teeth bore - a true warrior's death, an honorable one - and it had been taken from her. It meant that there was no salvation for their hardships at the end of their days, nor could she ever hope to see such a thing if it had existed.

But Brynja had survived her event. She'd killed the cave bear, at least Hel assumed so. It was more than what the burnt mare with her natural black mask could say. There was an anger there, a jealousy that had always plagued Hel whenever she was in Brynja's presence. The stonewashed mare, with her trinkets, stripes, and marks had not always been more attractive than Hel, but had just proven herself a better fighter. A dark and twisted storm rumbled in Hel's chest that she could not stifle. Was she forever plagued with misfortune? Was Brynja's return simply fate mocking her again and again for her failures? A fleeting moment the woman considered that perhaps it would have been better if Brynja had stayed away... at least then she wouldn't have to face those defeats.

The rambling of her own mind's eye drew back as Hel's gaze lifted itself from their hooves where it had previously fallen. "Maybe." she murmured, unwilling to confirm nor deny Brynja's disconcert with her reunion with the West. "But if we knew what was wrong and right at every crossroads in our path than you wouldn't have been mangled by a bear and I wouldn't have-" she stopped suddenly, unwilling to continue. "You never know. No one does."

WC: 558
Tag: Brynja
OOC: ohhey
HEL

powerplay excused
within reasonable limits!
always tag responses.

Tag: @[Hel]