Eira Snow | Skaði (snowshoes) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-25 10:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | erato, skadi, thor |
Who: Erato, Skadi and Thor
Where: From Central Park to a bar
When: Monday 25th, 10PM
What: After dancing in the hail, the gods go for drinks and after-drinks festivities
Warnings/Rating: Alcohol, possible language, TBD
The tall, blonde giantess was drenched to the bone, but she did not feel the cold one bit. The hailstorm was easing up, and several passersby stared at the pair of gods as they went by, soaking wet. Skadi nearly glowed with energy, the power of two storms in the last hours - and one of them Norse - filling her up almost like it was winter. When one of the passing mortals, safely bundled in his trenchcoat and hunching up his shoulders under an umbrella, looked her with what could only be called an appreciative look, the goddess's glare could have grown icicles; the man hurriedly looked away and stretched his pace.
Two ancient gods, dripping their way across Manhattan to find a bar to crash on. As she had said earlier, after a dance in a storm, warming the bones was required.
How she had felt like calling for her sisters, dancing amongst the pelting hail in one of Central Park's baseball fields. The larger ice stones did not touch Skadi, seemed to dodge her as if there was an invisible mesh protecting the six-foot tall woman who laughed maniacally, delighted at a freak ice storm. It would have been so easy, just throw her head back and summon them into the city. In this hail, it would have been so easy - and yet she couldn't. It would mean death for her pack, hunted down by mortals in a place hostile for the wolves.
So Skadi had contented herself with dancing, frantically, violently, in the company of the author of such a marvelous storm. And now it was time to reheat frozen bones.