fredrik sørensen (runemaster) wrote in camulus, @ 2011-02-12 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, fredrik sorensen |
WHO: Fredrik Sørensen & a special guest.
WHAT: Freddie is given special information and a warning.
WHERE: Near Victory Hall.
WHEN: 12 February 2037, late afternoon.
STATUS: Complete.
The harsh winter wind swept across the campus, blasting Freddie’s face with a frigid sensation that sent a chill down his spine. He had been in Victory Hall and now stood outside on the steps gazing into the snow-filled landscape. No one was around, tucked into their dorms while Freddie went out for a walk. He always liked going for walks. Freddie sighed, warm air curled into a billow of steam as he thought about the best (and quickest) way of getting back to the Psi house without freezing to death. He tightened his shoulders and hunched his back over in order to keep his warmth from escaping. With a plan in mind, he set off towards his destination, bounding down the stairs and onto one of the many pathways that stretched across campus. Freddie took only a few steps before realizing that he wasn’t alone. Someone — or something — was watching him and he didn’t like it. ... Fredrik ... His breath caught in his throat and he stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. Freddie looked around once more to see if he spotted someone. It could have been some kind of mind game they were trying to play. Nothing but the wind whipping around his face and the lonely snowflakes that danced across his vision, filling the horizon with a thick gray haze. His eyes narrowed as he noticed the snow doing something strange. It wasn’t falling down anymore, instead it was being pulled in one direction. He followed it and found himself face-to-face with a strange singularity forming in front of him. Freddie could only take a few steps back as swirls of ice and tendrils of chilly snow began coalescing. Before long, the large body — shaped like an enormous wolf-like creature — shifted to a humanoid form in the middle of its materialization. ... Fredrik ... The far-off voice was now much closer and his mark ached with a powerful tingling sensation. The vortex finally solidified into a corporeal form. It was a man. “I figured I would give away my presence if you were speaking with a monstrous wolf creature.” He dusted off his thick overcoat with a glove, the last words dripped in sarcasm as the man gave Fredrik a crooked smile, exposing a pair of pronounced canines. Freddie cleared his throat, squaring his shoulders as the feeling along his upper back ebbed. He realized who was standing before him. “Fenrir?” he said over the gust that managed to slip into the space between them. “Correct, Fredrik Sørensen.” Fenrir moved closer, Freddie noticed he only came up to Fenrir’s chest. “I usually say something before I visit but I needed to see you immediately.” Freddie’s mind played with a couple of reasons. The mark? Elin? The deal with Freddie’s family? “There seems to be something going on with Loki.” he said in an almost-monotonous tone, as his tongue flicked over one canine. “Loki?” Freddie repeated. Fenrir’s father. Freddie knew of him although he had never met the trickster god. “Yes. Loki. Seems like he isn’t exactly staying around Valhalla anymore.” “He’s... missing?” Freddie said, “Where is he? Are Odin and Thor—” Fenrir interrupted Freddie with a quick hand gesture, as if it hurt for him to hear those names. His face visibly contorted into a sneer as he breathed a sigh of annoyance. “The Gods don’t know where to look, Fredrik. I am his son— I think I know where he is.” Fenrir’s face returned to a serene smirk. “I came to say that you should be careful. As should some of your—” he trailed off for a moment, “— friends. Especially those of Norse divinity.” Freddie nodded, which made Fenrir turn around on the spot. "Camulus is a safe haven, I suggest you take that into account before heading off anywhere by yourselves." Fenrir said with his back towards Freddie. "I know my father, he's likely just playing a practical joke on Odin." he said with a chuckle. "But nonetheless, I wouldn't want my scion to be in danger so I am letting you know." "Thank you." Freddie said, which prompted Fenrir to slowly make his way back across the snow, taking long strides across the terrain. In a flash, he was in his true form, a gigantic wolf. “Does the daughter of Tyr know anything? Of the Mark?” Fenrir’s back was still facing him, Freddie could not tell if he was speaking or it was through his mind once more. “No.” he said solemnly, as Fenrir reminded him of the harsh gravity of his situation. “She doesn’t know anything.” Fenrir’s head turned and the lupine god cast a sidelong glance at Freddie, blood-red eyes dull from the graying surroundings. Without another word, the wolf began padding forward through the snow towards the gray haze. Freddie’s eyes strained as he watched Fenrir leave, trying to mull over what had just occurred. And finally, when Fenrir was almost camouflaged in the fog, Freddie watched the wolf’s form disperse into a flurry of snow and ice. |