crossroad of worlds
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I remember when I first came to these shores. I did not know that this place was a way between places. Between and beyond north and south east or west, It was an island in a chain if lands. A path between places, lifted up beyond yet connected to many. I cannot explain it well as I am definitely not a magus. Here in a coastal village in a town square on a market day I saw the first of the many other peoples I would meet. I first thought him an attractive woman the way he dressed. He was a white fox, about two heads shorter than me but only a head shorter than other people, dressed in an expensive blue silk robe studded with many jewels which I had only seen worn by women of the wealthiest Jarls. I thought I was looking at some debased spawn of Fernris and Loki. By my old standards I would have been right. Then again, under all those robes I did not realize he was a male. He was sitting down at a shop stall drinking a green tea which he would later teach me to love. If I had known how much trouble he would cause me, much less the prospect of no more mead or ale I would have stopped gawking at him and ran anywhere just to get away had I not been so desperate.
When he looked up and noticed my stare his jaw dropped. My bedraggled appearance fresh from the shipwreck, sun burnt skin, chapped lips, the blue whorls of woad inked as well as scarred into my skin ,my hair in a salty dreadlocked mass, no shoes, with only a pair of trousers as my clothing. My bearskin cloak, axe, dagger and sword had gone down with the ship, along with my mail shirt. All I had left was half a dozen arrows, my bow, one last shield, and my macuahuitl. To everyone else it looked like a club studded with obsidian and sharks teeth, but to me it was the last gift from my mother's people. Our shocked staring had distracted me from his companion another fox thing, but with wings connecting to his arms and body. Clad in nothing but a loin cloth and a bandoleer of pouches, darts, and glass throwing knives, he too stared at me. Our surprise was mutual, and would have turned worse had my stomach not voiced its own opinion.
When the two foxes heard my stomach loudly growl the yipped and threw me some dried fruit. They then showed me that they had more and gestured that I should take a seat next to them. As hungry as I was I could not refuse the offer of food. The one in the robes gave me a package of dried salted meat to go with the fruit as well as his cup of tea. When I had sat and was eating they beckoned a man over and yip growled something to him. Again the one in the robes was looking at me, but more in particular he was examining my blue scars. Again had I realized that this would have been my last chance to be free of him and the trouble he would bring I would have grabbed as much food as I could and ran as far away as I could.
I had just finished the tea fruit and meat when another fox with wings came crashing down from the sky. It was bleeding from an arrow wound and only was able to give out a few last words. The two foxes sitting with me immediately let out a loud yowl and pulled their knives. All around us the sounds of doors, gates and windows being shut could be heard. I did not feel like visiting Hel's hall that day so I unlimbered my macuahuitl and shield. We did not even wait a moment when the war cries of some very big things could be heard running closer.
As the sounds come closer my two companions led a chant and a holding of hands by everyone else assembled. I did not bother; I was busy screaming insults at whatever was coming our way. As I felt the battle madness begin to descend and cover my sight in red and I began to gnaw on my shield, the chant had reached an end. In the quiet that came I felt a soft paw touching my shoulder, and a rush of incredible strength. Much more so than the usual battle madness of a berserker, this strength added and used my rage to make me stronger than before. Again we were lucky, the enemy came into sight then and all my desire for blood was focused on them. I do not remember what they looked like very well, only shouting that their over sized gaping ugly wolf heads would look good as a hood for my next tunic. There were a half a dozen of them, all with spears or clubs with a tower shield, but the strength of the madness was far stronger than normal. After the berserk red rage faded from my eyes, I found myself on the other side of the town having killed a dozen of the foul black wolves. The rest were dead having foamed at the mouth and contorted into unnatural positions before dying.
I did not think it odd that after a fight while berserk that I would not be tired. Then I heard the music, sweet strains that I had never thought existed called me back to where I started. A short walk brought me back to the town square, were the two foxes were waiting. The tables were overturned and they had their attention on a bound wolf. He was tied up while the winged fox was caressing his dagger very close to the wolf's skin, gently teasing his prisoner whispering into the ear of his captive audience while giving it a close shave.
The winged fox looked up to see me still dripping blood from both my shield and my macuahuitl. He whispered something into the wolf's ear which made it look up with a whine of fear. While the wolf was distracted the fox in the blue robes crept behind the still bound wolf and wrapped his arms around the captive's neck. The fox in blue looked like he was hugging someone he loved tenderly as the wolf began to try to kick and buck his way out of the fox's embrace. When the wolf stopped moving the fox held on for a little bit longer then released the prisoner from his grasp.
As the little blue robed fox rose from the still breathing wolf, his gaze came over to me. He gestured that I come over to sit. While I approached he folded his hands and bark yipped something. A flash of light shone in my eye as suddenly I was feeling more than the weight of exhaustion that normally accompanies the end of a berserker rage. He caught me as I began to fall, and my fear at that moment was that I would become a thrall to this small female. Then I knew nothing more when sleep finally pulled me under. I wouldn't find out until later just how right and how wrong I was.