Bad enough that she should find her way here, waking in a fountain of all places. Drowning when she'd died burning. For a moment she'd thought, perhaps, that she'd finally earned her place in Valhalla- attempting to slay a fire giant had to count for something. Apparently the Norns had something else in mind- or this is simply a continuation of her poor fortune. A village full of neither warriors nor worthy, scraping past for their soft comforts in their hovels, huddling together in the cold. But to endure waking here, endure the loss of her powers- and now the loss of her memory?
When she can recall who and what she is? She'll be cross. For now she wanders in a vague daze, combing dark, tangled hair out of her face, trying to find her way to anything that is even the slightest bit familiar. New as she is to the village? Nothing is. "Pardon me-"
It pays to be polite. She thinks. She honestly can't recall. "Do you know...me? I feel as though someone should."
HIT & RUN
"Little bastards-" Hunting isn't supposed to be this complicated. You stalk your prey, you attack, you take home the spoils. Centuries before her imprisonment she'd spent hunting alongside Fenris. But this? A herd of minuscule deer that not only dare to dart around the thrust of her spear, but to also swarm like so many locusts and chase her from the woods? Normally she'd stand her ground but-
Discretion is the better part of valor and she is...weak. Mortal. It burns on so many levels, but she flees none the less, spear in hand, sprinting for the first secure position on the high ground she can find. "Make way!"
Hela | MCU
Bad enough that she should find her way here, waking in a fountain of all places. Drowning when she'd died burning. For a moment she'd thought, perhaps, that she'd finally earned her place in Valhalla- attempting to slay a fire giant had to count for something. Apparently the Norns had something else in mind- or this is simply a continuation of her poor fortune. A village full of neither warriors nor worthy, scraping past for their soft comforts in their hovels, huddling together in the cold. But to endure waking here, endure the loss of her powers- and now the loss of her memory?
When she can recall who and what she is? She'll be cross. For now she wanders in a vague daze, combing dark, tangled hair out of her face, trying to find her way to anything that is even the slightest bit familiar. New as she is to the village? Nothing is. "Pardon me-"
It pays to be polite. She thinks. She honestly can't recall. "Do you know...me? I feel as though someone should."
HIT & RUN
"Little bastards-" Hunting isn't supposed to be this complicated. You stalk your prey, you attack, you take home the spoils. Centuries before her imprisonment she'd spent hunting alongside Fenris. But this? A herd of minuscule deer that not only dare to dart around the thrust of her spear, but to also swarm like so many locusts and chase her from the woods? Normally she'd stand her ground but-
Discretion is the better part of valor and she is...weak. Mortal. It burns on so many levels, but she flees none the less, spear in hand, sprinting for the first secure position on the high ground she can find. "Make way!"
WILDCARD
Surprise me!
TEXT UN: Hel's General
Do we truly have no army? No warriors of note?