Vilkas was by himself for one long hour before something happened, and in that time he had worked himself into such a stressed state that he nearly tackled his brother when he arrived. But he managed to only pull his brother into a worried hug.
"What happened?" He asked his brother "Why are you by yourself?"
Farkas gave him a very ashamed scowl, running his fingers through his hair.
"There... was a nest of Frostbite spiders... I couldn't go on" He muttered.
Oh...
"It's alright brother, you simply know your limit" Vilkas said soothingly "Besides, you actually had the nerve to go when I didn't"
Farkas nodded glumly before his brow scrunched in thought.
"You know, when Gunnar caught back up with us he sure was chipper... what'd you two talk about?"
Uh oh
~*~
Alea and Gunnar stood before the fire, the old warrior holding the head of the witch. They could feel the power in this place, the collective presence of so many great warriors of past that were either hiding here or trapped by their cursed souls. And while neither of them could see him, they were sure that Kodlak was here.
The two looked at each other before nodding and then Gunnar tossed the head into the fire. The mystical flames ate the witch's head right up, greedily devouring the sacrifice.
"We wish to free harbinger Kodlak's soul from the curse" Gunnar announced loudly, firmly.
Something must have heard them because in the next instant a ghostly form of a large spectral wolf appeared. It emitted an aura of wisdom but also of waning strength. There was also a patch on the wolf's stomach that couldn't quite solidify, furthering that the wolf spirit before them belonged to Kodlak.
"Are you ready?" Gunnar asked.
"To kill Kodlak... never" Alea said, readying an arrow "To free the old man from his burden, any day"
"Then... I'm sorry Kodlak" Gunnar whispered before unsheathing his greatsword.
The old warrior charged forward.
~*~
"Well? A man doesn't change his attitude that suddenly" Farkas pressed.
"We simply talked brother, please let it go" Vilkas nearly begged.
"But I want to know what caused him to change from gloomy to back to his old self" Farkas pressed harder.
"Really Farkas? Can’t you just be happy that he’s happy?”
“Of course, but I still want to know why”
“You’re impossible”
“You’re the one who won’t tell me why Gunnar is happy again”
“Maybe he realized something”
“…Is this about the mourning rule he has?”
“No”
“Then… he joked with you?”
“No”
“…He kissed you again?”
Vilkas’ blush gave him away because Farkas just gave him a pointed scowl.
“Why couldn’t you tell me that?”
“A-a gentlemen never kisses and tells!” Vilkas spat.
“We both know neither of you are gentlemen” Farkas retorted.
“I’m embarrassed!” Vilkas finally shouted.
“Why, you like him?”
“WH-what? Why would, how could you think…I would…well…maybe” Vilkas finally muttered.
“I don’t see the problem”
“H-how could you not? Have you seen the man?”
“Yes”
“Brother… he’s… likely old enough to be our father… he’s crude and crass… and…” Vilkas trailed off as the words failed him.
“So?”
“It’s weird! And he teases me like a child!”
“It just shows you how much he likes you”
“Yeah, but”
“Seriously brother, you’re the smartest of the two of us, how is it so difficult for you to see this?” Farkas said, rolling his eyes.
Vilkas just glanced at his feet, taking in his brother’s words.
Why was it so hard for him to accept it? It was obvious from that kiss that Gunnar was interested in him, and Vilkas had had an attraction to the old man since the say he laid eyes on him, so why couldn’t he just accept it?
Well… the strange fondness Vilkas had for Gunnar’s fatherly traits… but at the same time it was rather kinky. But then there was how Gunnar constantly teased him and sure, it could have meant that Gunnar liked him, but it also made it very hard to take him seriously. And just…
“Vilkas” Farkas said warningly, having seen the anguish in his brother’s eyes “Just. Accept. It”
The knight gave his brother a solid stare… and then sighed.
“Alright, I will”
At that moment Alea and Gunnar came rushing back into the chamber.
“Gotta run pups! Kodlak doesn’t have much time!” Gunnar said.
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"What happened?" He asked his brother "Why are you by yourself?"
Farkas gave him a very ashamed scowl, running his fingers through his hair.
"There... was a nest of Frostbite spiders... I couldn't go on" He muttered.
Oh...
"It's alright brother, you simply know your limit" Vilkas said soothingly "Besides, you actually had the nerve to go when I didn't"
Farkas nodded glumly before his brow scrunched in thought.
"You know, when Gunnar caught back up with us he sure was chipper... what'd you two talk about?"
Uh oh
~*~
Alea and Gunnar stood before the fire, the old warrior holding the head of the witch. They could feel the power in this place, the collective presence of so many great warriors of past that were either hiding here or trapped by their cursed souls. And while neither of them could see him, they were sure that Kodlak was here.
The two looked at each other before nodding and then Gunnar tossed the head into the fire. The mystical flames ate the witch's head right up, greedily devouring the sacrifice.
"We wish to free harbinger Kodlak's soul from the curse" Gunnar announced loudly, firmly.
Something must have heard them because in the next instant a ghostly form of a large spectral wolf appeared. It emitted an aura of wisdom but also of waning strength. There was also a patch on the wolf's stomach that couldn't quite solidify, furthering that the wolf spirit before them belonged to Kodlak.
"Are you ready?" Gunnar asked.
"To kill Kodlak... never" Alea said, readying an arrow "To free the old man from his burden, any day"
"Then... I'm sorry Kodlak" Gunnar whispered before unsheathing his greatsword.
The old warrior charged forward.
~*~
"Well? A man doesn't change his attitude that suddenly" Farkas pressed.
"We simply talked brother, please let it go" Vilkas nearly begged.
"But I want to know what caused him to change from gloomy to back to his old self" Farkas pressed harder.
"Really Farkas? Can’t you just be happy that he’s happy?”
“Of course, but I still want to know why”
“You’re impossible”
“You’re the one who won’t tell me why Gunnar is happy again”
“Maybe he realized something”
“…Is this about the mourning rule he has?”
“No”
“Then… he joked with you?”
“No”
“…He kissed you again?”
Vilkas’ blush gave him away because Farkas just gave him a pointed scowl.
“Why couldn’t you tell me that?”
“A-a gentlemen never kisses and tells!” Vilkas spat.
“We both know neither of you are gentlemen” Farkas retorted.
“I’m embarrassed!” Vilkas finally shouted.
“Why, you like him?”
“WH-what? Why would, how could you think…I would…well…maybe” Vilkas finally muttered.
“I don’t see the problem”
“H-how could you not? Have you seen the man?”
“Yes”
“Brother… he’s… likely old enough to be our father… he’s crude and crass… and…” Vilkas trailed off as the words failed him.
“So?”
“It’s weird! And he teases me like a child!”
“It just shows you how much he likes you”
“Yeah, but”
“Seriously brother, you’re the smartest of the two of us, how is it so difficult for you to see this?” Farkas said, rolling his eyes.
Vilkas just glanced at his feet, taking in his brother’s words.
Why was it so hard for him to accept it? It was obvious from that kiss that Gunnar was interested in him, and Vilkas had had an attraction to the old man since the say he laid eyes on him, so why couldn’t he just accept it?
Well… the strange fondness Vilkas had for Gunnar’s fatherly traits… but at the same time it was rather kinky. But then there was how Gunnar constantly teased him and sure, it could have meant that Gunnar liked him, but it also made it very hard to take him seriously. And just…
“Vilkas” Farkas said warningly, having seen the anguish in his brother’s eyes “Just. Accept. It”
The knight gave his brother a solid stare… and then sighed.
“Alright, I will”
At that moment Alea and Gunnar came rushing back into the chamber.
“Gotta run pups! Kodlak doesn’t have much time!” Gunnar said.
(langauge gets a bit... bad later on... sorry!)