"Perhaps it is because in order to simply survive the life I was born into I had to remain so much more in tune with the workings of my body, or perhaps it was my mother's training, but whatever the reason, I find that I am more apt than the average Asgardian to understand the subtle clues offered to me by my unconscious soul. So many things we reveal to ourselves without ever realizing them.
The lightness of my footsteps when I departed my private chambers, for example, whether in the guise of the shadow or in that of the warrior princess, buoyed me. I felt as if I could leap a hundred miles off the ground. With the hallway straight before me to our briefing hall as our commander makes his speech, and hands out orders. Orders that I chose to follow feeling he has what is best for all of us, in his heart. The hopes of seeing this man, Surkit, filtered throughout my being and lifted my spirit. My faith in this plane of reality.
Consciously I wasn't even thinking about such things. Consciously, I told myself, berated myself, that this entire journey was no more than procrastination. The real road was north and east, but I was deliberately a long way from there. Despite my pangs of guilt, I felt that buoyancy clearly and acutely, a sense of excitement, and not just because I had successfully deflected and delayed facing my deepest fears. Nay, on this road to the mother church of the Order of her mystics, I felt as if I was moving forward on my journey, as if I was taking a very important and exciting stride.
I wondered if I was betraying Odin, my beloved father, who had raised me and tolerated my infirmities without complaint, who had loved me without condition and without embarrassment. My road seemed to be leading me to the man who had invoked my wrath, and my road was walked with eagerness, so what did that reflect upon the All-Father and his sacrifices? And what did I really expect from this plane, Midgard? And why had my father even sent me to this plane?
As I ponder these many angles, my mind jumbles and shakes and darts in directions unasked for. And to all of them, I have no true answers, I recognize, for I will not know how I feel about this encounter until I have met it, face to face with it. I will not know its answers to my concerns until it has explained them to me. I will not know the effect upon the legacy of Odin until long has passed, I am sure."
The troll-Breaker's mind races with many thoughts about the up coming storm. After Surkit is done with his speech she nods her head to him as to say understood. Then she heads back to her private chambers in order to have some soul searching time, to reach her inner chi and hold onto it, to drag that beast within her kicking and screaming through the gates of shadows to amass her true power. As her spirit body, her shadow falls down into the spirit world, her body of flesh vanishes from this plane, as it is replaced with one made up of pure Ethereal energy. Her inner most self bleeds into the spirit world, where all things become real. And all things can be hunted, and most things can be defeated.
Its a dark world that covers the physical world like a layer of paint, and holds to it. Inside this place all things become real, the very concepts and principalities of the world take form in this place, and Brynhyld is the great hunter of this land. This is what she was born for, and this is where she shines like the golden goddess she was born. Here she would find her enemies greatest strengths, and here she would hunt an kill them. She has used this method many times before, and it has rarely failed her, shadows drift around her spirit body as it journeys throughout this dark realm, every second of real time in the physical plane, equates to one entire hour of time in the spirit world.
For now her first delve into this realm is just a means to build up walls, and search for inner truths, so that when it is time to do battle she will be ready, and will be fully aware of which she seeks. Her spirit body searches the great fields, which is mostly still for the time being. Only a few creatures wander this place, one of which has itself buried deep within the land itself. Whats more than that is that she recognizes the energy signature of this creature she sees, it has taken the form of great wolf with the wings of an eagle, and the tail of a scorpion. Its the woman she had met in Berlin. Liberty was her name, its her spirit essence. It is beautiful, and deadly.
"How interesting?" she has plans for this creature... Nothing to drastic, because she has feelings for her, despite her misguided judgment of loyalties... Something subtle that may even save her life. Brynhyld decides to bind a bane of doubt to this beasts noble brow, which will bleed into the physical realm and as a result will also challenge Liberty's judgment, as well. And will hopefully give her a reason to act chaotically, and maybe save her from making a mistake like thinking that Brynhyld is only a heavy hitter and not a gifted goddess of old world knowledge, the types of things you can't even learn on Midgard.
For now however... Brynhyld just sits back and waits to see what the great beast has in mind. She only has Liberty's best interests in mind after all, and will not attack without at least some sign of hostile nature first. She readies her spirit bow, and fastens the bane spirit of doubt to the end of one of her spirit arrows, getting all the prep work out of the way.
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