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General | Posted 2 days agoA small extract from my written lore, and the origin of my name.
The year is 1206. Ullr, an aging norse warrior, ponders a rare sight in the forest.
The year is 1206. Ullr, an aging norse warrior, ponders a rare sight in the forest.
For three days and three nights Ullr watched the wolf from a distance and stayed his hand on his bow.
An abnormally large beast; a coat of black fur. A likeness to Fenrir, if not for such intelligent blue eyes.
The wolf was young, male. It was malnourished and carried wounds, some of which he sensed were not visible to the eye. It wandered aimlessly through the winter forest, seemingly lost and alone.
Where is his pack?
A lone wolf, perhaps. Like myself, Ullr thought.
Was it a sign from the Gods?
A warning?
A blessing?
He would not hunt the beast; no good would come of it.
It was only on the fourth day that Ullr saw the wolf’s markings:
A patch of white fur on the left forepaw.
“Valkea.” Ullr murmured to himself. ‘White’, in his father’s tongue.
A runic branding on the upper left forelimb.
“Úlfr.” Ullr uttered. ‘Wolf’, in his mother’s tongue.
