Post by Ulf Hednir on Sept 3, 2017 3:07:08 GMT
There was a mixture of negative expressions clear on Ulf Hednir’s face-- anger, annoyance, impatience-- as he stomped his way forward along the trail; darkness seemed to be shrouding the forest, growing dimmer and dimmer than when Ulf had first lost his way… Loki was lagging behind Ulf quite a bit, but was quickening his pace to try to catch up with him as his eyes fell upon Ulf seeing that he had his hand on the hilt of his weapon, seemingly ready for a fight if it had come his way. Loki shook his head in dismay, and finally caught up with Ulf Hednir, who was still taking long strides forward as if he were trying to lose Loki.
“What is your hurry, Ulf? The mountain is not going anywhere.” asked Loki, as he managed to get to Ulf’s side.
Ulf’s gaze did not falter from ahead of him, but he broke his silence with an angered tone toward the great deceiver, “Du said det de mountain was close,” Ulf Hednir snapped at him, and then suddenly stopped pressing forward to turn his attention and catch Loki seemingly off guard. With a swift motion, he stepped toward Loki and pressed him against one of the nearby trees as the shadows seemed to stretch toward Ulf Hednir as if to consume him. Ulf demanded to know, “Where is the mountain?!”
Loki did not appear intimidated by Ulf Hednir, although surprised that the Midgardian had the nerve to put his hands on a being recognized to his people to be a god; it was clear that Loki did not fear what Ulf may do, “You need to relax, Ulf. You need to-- RELAX!”
Loki’s voice seemed to cause a soundwave that threw Ulf Hednir back and crashing against the tree standing opposite. Ulf grunts in pain from the impact that he had made with the tree as Loki watched the shadow creep back into the forest and looked as if it had exchanged a glance with the Trickster who had just scowled back to it before it retreated; Loki seemed to glide across the dirt taking only the lightest of steps before standing in front of the downed Ulf, who was heaving to regain his breath after having it knocked out of him from the impact. Loki’s eyes suddenly shifted from the anger he felt for Ulf putting his hands on him to one of more care.
Loki knelt down to allow the Midgardian to look him in the eyes, “We will get to the mountain when we get to the mountain…” Loki stood up again, extending his arm down; as Ulf reached to grab Loki by the wrist, Loki helped him back to his feet while Ulf dusted himself off some and Loki turned his back to him walking forward with his hands folded behind his back, strolling forward but nonstop to let Ulf take a moment to recover, “You are much younger than the rest of the people I have taken to the mountain. You are going to reach the top of it at a much younger age, so I have no idea why you are in such a rush. That is the problem with you Midgardians, especially you younger ones, you believe that you have some big shoes to fill, and you miss the entire journey. The fun of it.”
Loki stopped walking forward and turned slightly to see Ulf, and see if he was ready to continue moving; it looked as if Ulf was dragging himself forward, caught up with the frustration he felt for how long the journey had been taking… how long it had already been. But the truth was that he knew he had just started.
“The journey is everything, Ulf. If you ask any of the people that have already been to the top of the mountain, they will tell you… they will tell you about the view, about how magnificent they felt at the top, but they will also tell you how it seemed to end in the blink of an eye. But they all remember their adventure. They all remember their journey. But if you are going to keep moping because we are not there yet, then you can continue to sit in these woods… and…” Loki hesitated, looking toward the shadows that still surrounded the forest but seemed to remain away from Ulf so long as Loki was with him, and with a smirk, Loki finished his sentence, “Get lost. In the woods.”
Loki turned away again from Ulf; it seemed as soon as his eyes left Ulf so did the safety, and the shadows were trying to creep forward to consume Ulf. Loki began walking forward again whistling a tune to himself as he strolled away without a care of whether Ulf followed or not, but Ulf stood up and glanced behind him at the empty path… as far as he could see forward was nothing but dense forest, but he pressed forward to catch up with his guide, the Trickster. Loki smiled as Ulf managed to pick himself up, but looked forward at a slower pace than Ulf was walking before, and Ulf only matching pace with him.
“The adventure?” Ulf said with a weak smile.
“Relish it.” Loki said with a huge grin.
Ulf Hednir stood at a campfire with his arms crossed over his chest; his gaze was meeting with the camera as the orange glow of the fire illuminated his entire body. He sneered. Sitting beside the fire were also Ulf’s two dogs, Geri and Freki, are sitting by the fire ripping meat from the bone and wagging their tails happily at the treat that each of them have received, despite Ulf Hednir not being victorious; there was no call for celebration. Ulf released a chuckle from under his breath and allowed his eyes to falter from his gaze on the camera, pacing slowly to one side as his voice crept out from behind his lips.
“Jeg have to give credit where credit is due,” jeg said, unable to keep myself from having a snark grin as jeg lowered my head thinking back to Legacy… thinking back… to Ryan Shane, de Man of Steel Champion, getting me to tap out, “Du did hvat jeg did not think du were capable of, Ryan Shane. Du defeated me to advance to de finals of Heir to de Throne, and even went on to be the winner of Heir to de Throne! Congratulations, Ryan Shane!”
Jeg gave hvat could best be described as a golf clap to celebrate for Ryan Shane but soon stopped min selv.
“This week is not about you, though, and it is not about Heir to de Throne, which jeg tried-- jeg dreamt of… winning… but it was not to be, and jeg vil have to continue my journey, min reise, must continue. One day. One day soon, jeg vil be walking out as the Imperial Champion, Ryan Shane, so jeg do not want you to forget this face!” jeg said, pointing at min face and letting the aggression drain through my voice, “Jeg want you to remember det one day will come, and jeg WILL force you to tap out! Jeg WILL show de world det hvat happened at Legacy was nothing more than luck-- and-- when jeg am through with you, jeg will come after Spike Kane. Jeg will come after Andrew Jacobsen. Jeg will come after whoever is holding de Imperial Championship, and jeg vil be the Imperial Champion.”
My goal, my mind, was still on de prize. De Imperial Championship. It was still hvat jeg wanted-- despite not being victorious in Heir to De Throne, and jeg would have another opportunity. Jeg knew it would come. Jeg would force it.
“But this week, de Council stands tall; despite having some tispe det had no honor. She had no loyalty. But it is no loss to us, because she was nothing to us! So hvat does she do? She copies us. She cannot even get her own mission, but must try to steal ours. You. Are. A. Clone. And you, and these people following you… are sheep. Not wolves. Not a pack. De Council is a pack! Jeg am a wolf! And jeg vil slaughter de sheep any time they want to step up to my plate. Any time,” jeg gestured for them to come forth, “Jeg vil have no problem crushing any of them.”
Jeg clenched my fist slightly, before walking around de fire some… jeg let my eyes linger on my two dogs before turning my attention back to the camera, and continuing.
“But it is not even about du. It is not about these clones… This week is about sending a message to de IWF-- we had several months where de Council had been kept busy, kept distracted, by de scent of gold… de scent of an opportunity… and Roberto Verona thought, he thought det he could force us to disband by putting a wedge between us! But we proved, when we fought for a chance to be guaranteed into Heir to de Throne, det we were a unit. We were a pack. And now hvat? Du think det vi are not going to be able to put our failure aside… three of us had the opportunity to win Heir to de Throne, and it seemed like de Council would be de sure winners of de night, but none of us managed to do it. Do you think det det is going to tear us apart?”
Jeg shrugged my shoulders, inquiring whether they really thought that we were going to be driven apart because of not walking out with a shot at the Imperial Championship.
“Nei. Det is not going to be enough to drive us apart… Sacrifice, it is not about who we are facing. It is not about Mason St. Croix, it is not about Devlin Raine, it is not about Jayson Matthews, and it is not about Chris Card! It IS about de Council! It is about us standing at the end of the night, back to square one: back to cleansing de IWF. Come Sacrifice, jeg pity de four men det are stepping into the ring with us, and the reason that jeg pity them is because there is no mercy to be given! There is no refuge to be sought! Come Sacrifice, de Council stands tall. And de IWF…”
Jeg leaned down to pick up a branch with that had several leaves hanging to it, and jeg walked it toward de fire stretching my arm out with the branch in hand… jeg let the fire catch a hold of it.
“It burns. Skål.”
Ulf Hednir dropped the branch and patted his leg a couple times to gesture for the dogs to follow; each picked up the drumstick of meat that had been given to them, and follow their master as the scene fades out on the burning branch.
“What is your hurry, Ulf? The mountain is not going anywhere.” asked Loki, as he managed to get to Ulf’s side.
Ulf’s gaze did not falter from ahead of him, but he broke his silence with an angered tone toward the great deceiver, “Du said det de mountain was close,” Ulf Hednir snapped at him, and then suddenly stopped pressing forward to turn his attention and catch Loki seemingly off guard. With a swift motion, he stepped toward Loki and pressed him against one of the nearby trees as the shadows seemed to stretch toward Ulf Hednir as if to consume him. Ulf demanded to know, “Where is the mountain?!”
Loki did not appear intimidated by Ulf Hednir, although surprised that the Midgardian had the nerve to put his hands on a being recognized to his people to be a god; it was clear that Loki did not fear what Ulf may do, “You need to relax, Ulf. You need to-- RELAX!”
Loki’s voice seemed to cause a soundwave that threw Ulf Hednir back and crashing against the tree standing opposite. Ulf grunts in pain from the impact that he had made with the tree as Loki watched the shadow creep back into the forest and looked as if it had exchanged a glance with the Trickster who had just scowled back to it before it retreated; Loki seemed to glide across the dirt taking only the lightest of steps before standing in front of the downed Ulf, who was heaving to regain his breath after having it knocked out of him from the impact. Loki’s eyes suddenly shifted from the anger he felt for Ulf putting his hands on him to one of more care.
Loki knelt down to allow the Midgardian to look him in the eyes, “We will get to the mountain when we get to the mountain…” Loki stood up again, extending his arm down; as Ulf reached to grab Loki by the wrist, Loki helped him back to his feet while Ulf dusted himself off some and Loki turned his back to him walking forward with his hands folded behind his back, strolling forward but nonstop to let Ulf take a moment to recover, “You are much younger than the rest of the people I have taken to the mountain. You are going to reach the top of it at a much younger age, so I have no idea why you are in such a rush. That is the problem with you Midgardians, especially you younger ones, you believe that you have some big shoes to fill, and you miss the entire journey. The fun of it.”
Loki stopped walking forward and turned slightly to see Ulf, and see if he was ready to continue moving; it looked as if Ulf was dragging himself forward, caught up with the frustration he felt for how long the journey had been taking… how long it had already been. But the truth was that he knew he had just started.
“The journey is everything, Ulf. If you ask any of the people that have already been to the top of the mountain, they will tell you… they will tell you about the view, about how magnificent they felt at the top, but they will also tell you how it seemed to end in the blink of an eye. But they all remember their adventure. They all remember their journey. But if you are going to keep moping because we are not there yet, then you can continue to sit in these woods… and…” Loki hesitated, looking toward the shadows that still surrounded the forest but seemed to remain away from Ulf so long as Loki was with him, and with a smirk, Loki finished his sentence, “Get lost. In the woods.”
Loki turned away again from Ulf; it seemed as soon as his eyes left Ulf so did the safety, and the shadows were trying to creep forward to consume Ulf. Loki began walking forward again whistling a tune to himself as he strolled away without a care of whether Ulf followed or not, but Ulf stood up and glanced behind him at the empty path… as far as he could see forward was nothing but dense forest, but he pressed forward to catch up with his guide, the Trickster. Loki smiled as Ulf managed to pick himself up, but looked forward at a slower pace than Ulf was walking before, and Ulf only matching pace with him.
“The adventure?” Ulf said with a weak smile.
“Relish it.” Loki said with a huge grin.
Ulf Hednir stood at a campfire with his arms crossed over his chest; his gaze was meeting with the camera as the orange glow of the fire illuminated his entire body. He sneered. Sitting beside the fire were also Ulf’s two dogs, Geri and Freki, are sitting by the fire ripping meat from the bone and wagging their tails happily at the treat that each of them have received, despite Ulf Hednir not being victorious; there was no call for celebration. Ulf released a chuckle from under his breath and allowed his eyes to falter from his gaze on the camera, pacing slowly to one side as his voice crept out from behind his lips.
“Jeg have to give credit where credit is due,” jeg said, unable to keep myself from having a snark grin as jeg lowered my head thinking back to Legacy… thinking back… to Ryan Shane, de Man of Steel Champion, getting me to tap out, “Du did hvat jeg did not think du were capable of, Ryan Shane. Du defeated me to advance to de finals of Heir to de Throne, and even went on to be the winner of Heir to de Throne! Congratulations, Ryan Shane!”
Jeg gave hvat could best be described as a golf clap to celebrate for Ryan Shane but soon stopped min selv.
“This week is not about you, though, and it is not about Heir to de Throne, which jeg tried-- jeg dreamt of… winning… but it was not to be, and jeg vil have to continue my journey, min reise, must continue. One day. One day soon, jeg vil be walking out as the Imperial Champion, Ryan Shane, so jeg do not want you to forget this face!” jeg said, pointing at min face and letting the aggression drain through my voice, “Jeg want you to remember det one day will come, and jeg WILL force you to tap out! Jeg WILL show de world det hvat happened at Legacy was nothing more than luck-- and-- when jeg am through with you, jeg will come after Spike Kane. Jeg will come after Andrew Jacobsen. Jeg will come after whoever is holding de Imperial Championship, and jeg vil be the Imperial Champion.”
My goal, my mind, was still on de prize. De Imperial Championship. It was still hvat jeg wanted-- despite not being victorious in Heir to De Throne, and jeg would have another opportunity. Jeg knew it would come. Jeg would force it.
“But this week, de Council stands tall; despite having some tispe det had no honor. She had no loyalty. But it is no loss to us, because she was nothing to us! So hvat does she do? She copies us. She cannot even get her own mission, but must try to steal ours. You. Are. A. Clone. And you, and these people following you… are sheep. Not wolves. Not a pack. De Council is a pack! Jeg am a wolf! And jeg vil slaughter de sheep any time they want to step up to my plate. Any time,” jeg gestured for them to come forth, “Jeg vil have no problem crushing any of them.”
Jeg clenched my fist slightly, before walking around de fire some… jeg let my eyes linger on my two dogs before turning my attention back to the camera, and continuing.
“But it is not even about du. It is not about these clones… This week is about sending a message to de IWF-- we had several months where de Council had been kept busy, kept distracted, by de scent of gold… de scent of an opportunity… and Roberto Verona thought, he thought det he could force us to disband by putting a wedge between us! But we proved, when we fought for a chance to be guaranteed into Heir to de Throne, det we were a unit. We were a pack. And now hvat? Du think det vi are not going to be able to put our failure aside… three of us had the opportunity to win Heir to de Throne, and it seemed like de Council would be de sure winners of de night, but none of us managed to do it. Do you think det det is going to tear us apart?”
Jeg shrugged my shoulders, inquiring whether they really thought that we were going to be driven apart because of not walking out with a shot at the Imperial Championship.
“Nei. Det is not going to be enough to drive us apart… Sacrifice, it is not about who we are facing. It is not about Mason St. Croix, it is not about Devlin Raine, it is not about Jayson Matthews, and it is not about Chris Card! It IS about de Council! It is about us standing at the end of the night, back to square one: back to cleansing de IWF. Come Sacrifice, jeg pity de four men det are stepping into the ring with us, and the reason that jeg pity them is because there is no mercy to be given! There is no refuge to be sought! Come Sacrifice, de Council stands tall. And de IWF…”
Jeg leaned down to pick up a branch with that had several leaves hanging to it, and jeg walked it toward de fire stretching my arm out with the branch in hand… jeg let the fire catch a hold of it.
“It burns. Skål.”
Ulf Hednir dropped the branch and patted his leg a couple times to gesture for the dogs to follow; each picked up the drumstick of meat that had been given to them, and follow their master as the scene fades out on the burning branch.
Well howdy there pardner.