“Thrssss, thrsss, thrsss”.
The sound echoed over the white covered earth. Up above the mountain, in the starlit sky, a white dragon was painting the rune Thurisaz with her breath.
“Thrssss, thrsss, thrsss”.
Paws breaking through the crusty surface. Yellow eyes. Fur dark as the night sky.
Craft moved through the night like he always did. Owning it. Nobody noticing him. Ever. Considering his gigantic stature and enormous energy field it was surprising. But not to him. The humans living in this valley, on these mountains, closed down when they sensed a force so strong, so transformative that anything was possible. Limitlessness was not something they felt comfortable with, not something they’d been raised to understand.
“Thrssss, thrsss, thrsss”.
The aurora borealis in the sky, the elements, the grass, the woods, the stream, the lake, the mountains, they all walked with him. In ancient tales bards had sung his praise, many Völvas had told his story.
Craft was everywhere. Always. Just like Star. Just like Meru.
He cut short right in the middle of the large open field, right on top of the snowcovered lake at its centre.
He could sense her approaching. Slowly.
Star.
Somewhere between the clouds in his memory he could feel the two of them calling in Meru too. Without Grey, Meru, no point. Whether they would find Red or not was up to how the three of them got together.
Meru had a companion though. That was the cloudy feeling. Craft could not really make sense of the energy until he realized it was human. A human in the mind of the wolves ? Like almost fully inhabiting it? Well, that was about time. Time to let the human heart in.
”This could be a game changer”, Craft said out loud to himself. ”We shall see…”
- Cecilia Götherström, Dec 4th 2019
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