“What is this!” A rather booming voice shouted as Tamara hit the floor. She was able to concentrate a bit more from the intense shock she just received from the blade. The blade had a consciousness to it, and with all the objects she’d ever worked with, this was a first to feel that it was alive. She got the sense that it liked her, it liked what she did. So it chose her over Surt whom it was made for. Her head was pounding a bit with the knowledge that passed into her from the blade.
“Fenrir is awake. His siblings have found him and they come.” Tamara moved to stand but only managed to get on her knees first.
“You deliver this news, and drop a mortal before us!” She looked up at the man that stood there. He looked old and had a shriveled socket that an eye must have been once but was no more. Just one eye, and her vision was clearing as her body temp was goi
Tamara could not tell you the anxiety she felt in the weeks following what happened. That they were all on edge. Worried that none would keep their word and yet they had. It got easier over time to relax a little to enjoy moments. She took to showing Fenrir all that he wanted to learn, to show him the world. Even if they really didn’t leave the knew home they found. They were still learning, it was hard no one changed overnight. However his fierceness with her stemmed from the fact that he cared. He loved her, and she knew it. He’d whispered it to her one night a week or so ago. That he’d never felt his heart feel so many things at once, yet it always did looking at her. Tamara’s response had been quick and swift. He better love her, she’d stood in front of gods and declared she’d stand by him. They way he’d taken her that night was different in a way she could name and it was so much better. That b
“You should see this rock. The carvings on it are amazing. Like nothing I’ve seen before. I’m telling you we’ve hit pay dirt with this one.” The male voice was excited. Tamara Limer took a drink of tea as she looked out the window into the woods. It was raining, but everything was a vibrant green today. She liked the rain and the soft patter of the drops on the deck outside. Behind her the glass kitchen table was covered with papers, journals and odd items. “You think so? You better not be bringing me back something with a curse on it. Just managed to break the last one. You know the destruction that happened in the museum?” She commented flipping her straight blonde hair with a flick of her head. It was annoying
“Wait, a woman came to your house?” Max asked and Tamara pinched the bridge of her nose. She could hear that he was packing up to go seeing he was six hours ahead of her. She just caught him getting ready to leave for the cave. “No I fell asleep and this woman came to me in my dream.” She went in the bathroom and looked at her jaw, bruise marks were starting to show. She frowned and kept talking. “It was definitely real, you didn’t have any kind of dream or odd feelings? I think something was triggered when you shared the photos.” “Odd feeling, I always have an odd feeling going into these places. But what exactly did you find or see? how dangerous? I won’t go if you say so Tam. Just tell me what I’m dealing with, if it’s life
The crate came late the next day. A large truck pulled up to her house and she had her large garage open. Her car parked over to the side. They didn’t say anything, but they shouldn’t. They were the ask no questions kind of people. They got paid to do jobs and then looked the other way. She was surprised when they pulled a ramp down and there was a small fork truck in the back. One man got on it and came down the ramp. The truck was low so it didn’t have a very steep angle anyways. She pointed to the garage and he dropped it off in there. They put the fork truck back on, got back into the vehicle and drove away. Barely two words were said and nothing was signed for. She looked at the crate and toward the truck turning left at the end of her driveway. She didn’t have any close neighbors. She pretty much lived in the middle of the woods in Maine of all places. It was a good place to work on dangerous
Tamara came back over to the man eating all her food with a charm. This was a first test to if he was an evil being or not. She proceeded to slap the charm onto his shoulder. He jumped and was holding a leftover bowl of pasta. The fridge was nearly empty with containers and plastic all over from him tossing it. He pulled the bowl back to his side like she was going to take it. Then decided that she wasn’t and looked down at the piece of paper and ripped it off tossing it. He eyed her dangerously. Nothing happened though and that made her feel better. Okay so he was necessarily soulless and evil. Didn’t mean he was good, but it still made her feel better that the paper didn’t burst into flame. She went back over and grabbed a metal bowl and pestle. She poured some oil into it and went over by him and moved the pestle around the bowl making it sing. He winced like it hurt his ears, but that wasn’t wha
“Are you serious? Look if this is some kind of prank... I’m not sending one of my drivers out to the middle of nowhere lady with an order that sounds like a prank. You want twenty large pizza’s with everything on it. As many bags of chips as we can send and ten liters of soda?” Yeah she had to admit she was going overboard, but he just ate everything in her house. She figured this might do the trick, hopefully. She was aiming for calories. “I know how this sounds, but I’m having a party later with a lot of people and my caterer canceled an hour ago. Please, I’ll pay you right now over the phone. I can’t leave to get them due to medical reasons. Please.” She said sounding desperate and this was the owner she was talking to. The employee had thought it a prank too. He asked for her credit card and she gave it to him. The bill was nearly four hundred dollars but she could afford it, however with the ex
This felt really good. He’d been expecting ice cold water to wash with. It was what he’d always been given before. It hadn’t bothered him. With the state that his body was in, ice cold water didn’t sound good. Not to mention this body didn’t have the fur like his real body did. Here he was trapped in this human form, and it felt cramped. To small but he’d have to deal with it as long as the chains were still around him and the sword stuck in his mouth. Which as a human his chains appeared as tattoos. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t howl just make low sounds of whimpering or growls that were deeper in his throat. He couldn’t even talk mind to mind. All he could remember forever was the blackness, and what felt like sleep but wasn’t. Stuck in a tomb that he’d been forced into by Odin and others. His anger and hate were strong, but so was his depression and desperation.
Max sat in the police room just waiting. He and his crew had been stopped from getting on their flight and asked a thousand and one questions. All the pottery and other items they had collected were taken which he thought was a bunch of bullshit since their permits were on the up and up. They had been hired to find out about the myths and go down into that cave. Hired and paid a lot of money and now they were sitting here being detained. There was one man he’d seen moving around talking to people asking questions that instantly set off his alarm bells. Max weighed about a hundred and ninety pounds, and was built like a runner and he could run damn fast. You had to sometimes, he could fight too. Learned that the hard way while doing this cloak and dagger job. Had met plenty of unsavory people in this world. He trusted Tamara with the things he found. She was more family to him than friend, and while he did