1/31/2025, 4:22 AM
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At some point in the exchange between the two wolves, something coalesced within Bjarki's previously vapid mind. He was a creature of impulses and instinct one moment and, in the next, he felt a certain... enlightenment. He was no longer compelled by a sense of hunger or desire for warmth; it was as though a flood gate somewhere had opened and, from the opening of its yawning jaws, he became aware.
Words that floated through the air had once been noise, but now they held meaning. Rounded ears twitched as he leaned away from Solvi's neck, peering past her golden fur to look at the black sun. The haze of sleep tempted him to return to its comforting hold, but his mind was alive with formulated thought.
At once, he remembered bits and pieces of a life lived before, the ragged edges enmeshed with the time he spent here within this realm. It created a tapestry he wasn't wholly certain was true, but he had once lived in a city... a bustling city and he had been quite the fashionista. He was touted as a wizard with thread and needle, but as he looked at his much smaller and much less practiced hands, he realized that was no longer his life - and he did not know how to return to it.
Did he even want to? Though he was fed glimpses into a time before now, he could not recall how his quality of life had been or if he had augmented it with those he cared about... it was too much for his reeling mind in the moment and Solulfur's request for his artistry snapped him back into the present time.
He blinked pale eyes. Yes, he remembered her - she had helped wrangle him and the other wolf - Solvi, the name came to him - from the waters that had wished to claim them both.
For her - and the gold one (she did feed him, after all, and he never had to walk anywhere with her ferrying him around), he would do most anything.
Words that floated through the air had once been noise, but now they held meaning. Rounded ears twitched as he leaned away from Solvi's neck, peering past her golden fur to look at the black sun. The haze of sleep tempted him to return to its comforting hold, but his mind was alive with formulated thought.
At once, he remembered bits and pieces of a life lived before, the ragged edges enmeshed with the time he spent here within this realm. It created a tapestry he wasn't wholly certain was true, but he had once lived in a city... a bustling city and he had been quite the fashionista. He was touted as a wizard with thread and needle, but as he looked at his much smaller and much less practiced hands, he realized that was no longer his life - and he did not know how to return to it.
Did he even want to? Though he was fed glimpses into a time before now, he could not recall how his quality of life had been or if he had augmented it with those he cared about... it was too much for his reeling mind in the moment and Solulfur's request for his artistry snapped him back into the present time.
He blinked pale eyes. Yes, he remembered her - she had helped wrangle him and the other wolf - Solvi, the name came to him - from the waters that had wished to claim them both.
For her - and the gold one (she did feed him, after all, and he never had to walk anywhere with her ferrying him around), he would do most anything.
You need only ask,Bjarki stated as he hopped from Solvi's shoulders to sit at Solulfur's paws, his muzzle creased with a pleasant smile. He did not think to make his awakening a little more subtle for the unsuspecting wolves.