Der Dalydlin

Modi sighed and stood quietly, pondering it over. Though it sounded like a good plan. It also sounded like a small child tattling over something that could be seen as trivial. 

“In Asgard. Rape is punishable by death if enough evidence is provided.” He started, clasping his hands behind his back. “In other cultures, it’s overlooked. Not even bothered with. I don’t know how it’s seen here. For all I know, you could end up sounding like a whiny child to these people. Your father could easily manipulate the whole thing in his favor and have you removed from the throne. Even say that it was done to mold you into the Der you are today. A number of things could happen. Yes. It could work in your favor to tell your people. But if it doesn’t work…The stakes are pretty high.”

It was the worst crime one could ever perform among her people, akin to ripping the strength from someone’s spirit. Yet whenever Alaron thought to bring it before the high council, the elected officials she’d asked the people to select, her tongue would not move. So she suffered his presence in silence. 

Modi followed her quietly through the halls and up the stairs. He could tell that whatever she wished to speak on weighed heavy on her mind. Sometimes silence and a listening ear was all that was needed to help take that weight away. As she finally spoke, he did just that. Listened. Listened and looked at the tapestry that they stood in front of. 

He had gathered bits and pieces of this story before from late night talks they would have. Random pillow talk about family, the past, future, desires. They had spoken very little about the people they dislikes. Only enough to show that it was a subject best left alone. For him it was Odin. For her, her father and often times Zahar. 

Of all things that Modi hated, it was rape. Nothing could get him battle ready and violent quite like finding out that someone had been hurt that way. The first time his powers had even manifested had been because he had uncovered the truth. That a boy in his age group had been raping many of the girls, including his cousin. He had all but beaten the boy to death before a bolt of lightning took him. Hearing that her own father had given an order for her to be raped, only solidified his dislike for the man. 

Thunder would have rumbled if he wasn’t so in control of himself. He stood ridgedly; his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Cobalt eyes met her violet ones. “Thank you of telling me this before hand…and in private. It would not do for me to have heard this in front of him. I doubt he’d still be alive for such a crime. What is it that you need counseling on?”

"Whether or not I should tell that story." She said, her face pale. An icy steel had reached her eyes, while the vulnerability in her face, the way her shoulders moved in to protect her heart, to make her look smaller, had disappeared. Alaror was queen once more. "If I reveal my weakness, I undermine his standing. It shows his own weakness, to stoop so low for petty revenge. But we cannot afford a war if that doesn't work, my reign is still new. And the Lyrir have the best fighters, as the sole protectors of the northern border." She longed for a chance to get her own revenge on her father, but this seemed too impulsive. It could ruin the whole nation, if she didn't do it right.

     The request shocked him, brows knitting together as he stared on at the woman, formulating a response.  Her flickering form was already enough to startle him, but now her request to use him as a stud horse?  He was providing as an ally, not a father.  Illegitimate children would not suit his house well as heirs, even if they did Alty’s.  Wouldn’t she prefer a husband?  “I do, but I am not looking for another wife,” he told her, blatantly. “I only just lost my dear Fleurie and another woman lingers on my mind.  With all do respect, I must decline.”

As she started moving on her own, he was able to stop nudging her and lope alongside her, keeping on ear pointed backwards, listening for their pursuers. He wasn’t quite sure where they were going, either, but there had to be something around here, right? “Do you want to live or not?” he demanded, not answering her question, his voice coming out a bit garbled and gruff, coming from a wolf’s maw rather than a more human-like mouth. He could tell she was still scared, but he was just glad she was moving on her own; he never did like having to push people to help themselves. Why should he help them if they weren’t going to help themselves?

It was quite hard for him to hide away his amusement. This part he always enjoyed, causing fear and being able to sense it so clearly. 

“Large? Witch’s eyes? Oh no, my dear…” Fenrir breathed out a rumble of a laugh, stepping further forward from the woods, head tilted.  She was quite brave, yes, or perhaps idiotic. It was a mistake to put away her weapon before making sure if she was in danger or not.

“Who I am is not important. Your identity on the other hand is.” the wolf sighed. “Haven’t your parent’s taught you to keep your weapon up until you are sure there is no danger?”

Alaror was, stupidly, unafraid. Curiosity prompted her questions, not fear. And she was stupid to have put the arrow away, but she’d been trained hard, her body its own weapon if used right. 

Oh, how the green fairy happens to be the drink’s mystery that he wanted to solve ever since and yet, when the myth got debunked by his fellow friend, lips protrude into a pout; disappointed. “FUCK. Are you serious? That sucks! I won’t be able to see the GREEN FAIRY!” Oh, how he’d be whining for days once he gets drunk enough. “Still, I want to try that Dadylrian alcohol of yours.” yes, he did say that wrong.

“I need it.” Just like a child unable to wait for CHRISTMAS, except he was never the kind of being to believe in such a thing that mortals do. “Come on, come on! I bet that if I get drunk enough, I’d see that GREEN FAIRY that every mortal has been buzzing about in movies.” he has seen and heard about it and yet, with the same type of alcohol that Alaron has in her world? That made him thrilled; EXTREMELY.

“Absinthe?” Paused Narfi, his curiosity piqued by the Dalydrian. “Well, you got me at you’d bring me some of your Dalydrian Absinthe! I always wanted to see that GREEN FAIRY that everyone has been talking about and sadly, I have failed to see them when I have tried the ones from Midgard. Or should I say that they’ve banned it from this specific place due to some restrictions.”

Fenrir refused to leave her, ears tracking how close their pursuers were to them. He kept nudging her, not letting her stop for any reason. Perhaps it would be easier if he shifted into his human form, but he had always felt more comfortable in his true form, even if he was smaller than he should be. He snorted at her words, giving her an extra hard push, telling her without words that he would not be leaving her to face whatever hunted her. He’d already committed to helping her, he would not leave her behind until they made it out of here.

The wolf’s ears flicked back, his eyes flicking about, trying to find what she feared. He could hear voices getting closer and closer, but not so close that they wouldn’t be able to slip away from them without being seen. His snorted, nudging her with his snout, trying to get her move. If she didn’t, he would have no problem leaving her here, but Mama had instilled an obligation to be kind to those that needed it. He nudged her again, dancing back on his paws, trying to get her to move and save herself.

Immediately, his gaze dropped to her ass, a lecherous grin automatically spreading across his lips. “Well, if one only sees your ass, they’d think you were rather fat. You really should work on the weight distribution.” He knew that the number one rule of dealing with women was to not insult their ass–or their weight at all–lest they get particularly nasty, but, well, he couldn’t resist. He never could when there was an opening like that. Hopefully she wouldn’t try and skewer him like a certain someone. 

“We can ride where ever you wish.” Modi chuckled. He had picked a place with more familiar faces to her. At least then she would be more relaxed around people. Trays of steaming hot food were laid out for everyone to partake in. Smells of fresh fruits and roasted meat filled the air as Modi began to fill their plates. 

“Please tell me it was not Kale. I told the fool not to hunt while he was drunk.” Modi sighed, having listened to the conversation. 

"Not Kale. I told him I'd thrash him if I saw him again this week. This unfortunate fellow was Björn." The healer laughed and looked up. Alaron's eyes widened at the sight of the face she'd seen grow older only in water. Her face blanched.

It was always a little more dangerous to attack people over animals, the wolf knew it. You never knew what kind of tricks they pulled from their sleeves. So he took his time, quietly following after her every step, learning. Of course such a large wolf wouldn’t stay hidden for ever, so it didn’t surprise him when her words were aimed at him.

“Of course you’re not afraid” murmured the dark voice from the woods, red eyes peeking through the trees as he made himself more visible. “You can put your arrow down, girl. Little old me could never hurt you.”

It was night, the best time of the day for her eyesight. So she saw with perfect clarity the red eyes that gleamed before her, and the wolf that came with it. Her other senses--sound and scent--were sharper than those of the form she took, but it was those senses that made her instincts scream for her to run. The scent of an alpha, the sound of a wolf too large for a wolf, at the largest size of valir she’d ever seen. No lone dalydri had ever survived a valir. 

And the áss takes a seat, smiling all snug on the chair. “Okay, okay! There, now, can we just continue drinking this water?” At least he did stop.

“That sounds HORRENDOUS. No, I will not fuck a giant worm since I’m not that much of a desperate god who would fuck anything that exists. —I’m telling you, Ala. I’m not drunk. Still sober, see? I can still distinguish what’s disgusting and what isn’t~!” 

“Anything is good enough if you put the right thought into it and no, I’m not implying the bad ones. —What in the NINE REALMS is a GREAR?”