Show: Majali - Swamp Skijoring by Nerventee, literature
Literature
Show: Majali - Swamp Skijoring
Majali had woken up early this morning, waiting for her half to come and prepare her for the upcoming show. Their tribe had travelled here to partace in different competitions and Lilia, her handler, was finally old enough to partake herself. The doe had already noticed how anxious the young ewe was. Maybe she would just hide until the competitions were over, so she didn't have to compete at all. Rustling and soft steps made Majali lift her head. There she was. Lilia amde her way through the other Rukaan, her heart leading her to her half. She wore her lucky Poncho, little leaves and bugs hand embroidered on the edges. Witz her lucky and favourite piece of clothing there was no way they could loose. "You're nervous.", Majali wispered, pressing her soft muzzle against the cheek of Lilia. "Of course I am nervous.", the girl replied, rubbing her face against the Rukaans cheek, taking a deep breath. "It's the first time I compete in a show. What if I am not good enough? The others will
It was finally over. With Ratatoskr agreeing to their arrangement the Winter Doe and Stag of the West could finally resume their duties. But just as they turned to leave, the squirrel came back, chittering above their heads. "Give me the Strawberries now.", he demanded, his tail flicking. There was mischief in his beady little black eyes. "What?", Eir replied. "How the hell am I supposed to get the strawberries now? The Winter is still in Midgard and everything is dead and frozen, thanks to your antics!" "No Strawberries, no help.", the squirrel huffed, turning to leave. Eir puffed up her chest, stomping on the ground, ready to fight that scruffy rat. "Oh you little - " Rustling in the brushes around them caught their attention. A big black stag with gemstone antlers made his way to them, coming to a stop just in front of them. He looked up at Ratatoskr, who seemed to recognize the stranger. "You will fulfill your end of the bargain, Squirrel, or the All-Father will hear of your
This was not a fair fight, not even close. A mortal Rukaan against the giant serpent that gnawed on the roots of the world tree. This was more like a little bug annoying a god. But still, Eir had to try. The serpent lunged forward, Eir barely dodging its attack, the giant maw closing besides her with a thunderous clap. It was so close, if Eir wasn’t fast enough, it would crush her with one bite. Kill her in an instant. „Watch out!“, a familiar voice called out. The Winter Doe had followed them down to the roots, now pushing past Eir, standing between the Mortal and the wyrm. She channeled her magic and with a swift motion of her head she conjured a giant ice wall, trapping the serpent within. The familiar cold crept into Eirs bones, she looked at the icy doe, still shaken from the fight. „This won’t hold him long and it is doing Yggdrasil’s health no favors. But go, while you can, and keep trying. It won’t hold him forever, but perhaps long enough to find a way to stop this conflict!“
Legend says long time ago hardship fell on Sagabehra and Rukaan alike. Struggling to survive, the gods intervened and connected their fates, intertwining their souls. Together they overcame all obstacles and still prosper today. When a Sagabehra is born, a Rukaan is born at the same time. Both half of the same soul, two pieces, put into two bodies. They will live their lifes together, connected through an invisible thread, weaving their fates, inseparable until their death. This night was no different than countless other nights before. A Sagabehra was born, a little ewe. Her mother hold her closely in her arms, cooing softly, stroking her white tuft of hair that rested atop the girls head. The girls parents had struggled concieving a child, wondering, if they would be without lambs forever. Until now. While she was born a single lamb, much smaller than others, she was still a miracle. The gods had finally heard their prayers. The childs father, a tall dark Sagabehra, a wandering