silvertonguegod (silvertonguegod) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2014-01-18 08:27:00 |
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The stars were shining in Salem Center. Yet in the deeper recesses of the night a disturbance pounded its way into the peacefulness of a small piece of nearby woods. In the midst of the trees there was a column of light, a scorching of earth, immediately followed by silence save for soft crackling and harsh breathing. A man was crouched in the center of the blast zone, one arm curled around his midsection and his head bowed as he forced air into his lungs. His hair was shoulder length and black, wavy though it hung in damp tendrils into his face. When he opened his eyes they were sharp green and full of fury as his lips, stained with blood, curled into a snarl. He raised his head and bellowed toward the heavens, as if raging at the stars themselves “ODIN! YOU ARE NOT YET RID OF ME!”
He forced himself to his feet, stumbling and catching his balance on a tree. He paused, tasting the magic in the air and reaching for any sort of anchor he could use to rejuvenate himself. He frowned. Midgard, he sensed, given the trace amount of any magical essence, and therefore useless in healing himself. He needed time. He needed shelter. He needed to bring his magic back to full strength. To find his way back to Asgard. He looked around, finding that not only had he been dropped onto Midgard, but a hitherto unknown part of that primitive world. Of course he drops me here…where the locals are sure to seek my death once I am discovered. He shook his head and pushed the hair out of his eyes, taking mental inventory of himself. Several broken bones. Bruises and cuts. Magic nearly totally depleted. He had survived though, as he always did, and now only had the arduous task of finding his way back to Odin. His eyes narrowed at thought of the man “Almost killed you, old man…once I find you it is only a matter of time…” He grumbled to himself, then looked about for a moment before walking unsteadily towards the what lights he could see in the distance. He would disguise himself once he was able, gain his strength, draw what energy he could from this dilapidated planet, and with it he would find a way back to Asgard to complete his final act of vengeance.