10-22-2017, 11:25 AM
The freckled mother thought maybe she had been far enough away from the shenanigans to miss this sudden clap of magic that wraps all that stand before the busy little fae. No such luck though and she too is changed like the others. She was just passing through and not at all interested in the behavior of a decorating little faerie – in fact, she usually stays as far away from the buggers as she possibly can because…well…this shit right here.
She groans and kicks at the feeling of her muscles untwisting from her cracking bones. Oddly enough, there is no pain at all. Even when her body shrinks a little, her toes split and horns start to break through the flesh between her ears (which grow and widen). She is an oversized goat, pearly long hair and two massive curling horns like a ram adorn her pretty caprine head. She is Heidrun – she knows immediately as she is always aware of things to do with her Gods, especially their mead making she-goat.
Over Valhalla she lounges and watches, nibbling on the leaves of her favorite tree, Læráth. A depthless cauldron is always beneath her swollen udders and the clearest, most delicious life-giving mead pours and sometimes dribbles from her teats and fill the cauldron each day. Upon her hind legs she eats for herself and all the while, perched atop Odin’s great hall of fallen warriors, she never runs out of sweet honey wine for the einherjar.
Of course Odin’s enemies could have her dead if she were not protected by him, by the magic of the hall itself. She is, by herself, not a fighting sort of animal. She is guarded by the same eagles and wolves that guard the hallowed halls of Valhalla. Day in and day out the battles bring new arrivals to be carried in by the Valkyries themselves. The new einherjar dine, sing, wrestle and of course – drink plenty of mead! Endless rounds for all as the cauldron is never empty, and Heidrun never runs dry.
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City is transformed into <a href=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heiðrún>Heiðrún</a> the mead giving she-goat that sits atop the hall of Valhalla (Norse Mythology), Odin's hall, and fills a giant cauldron with the best mead known to man or Gods. She never runs dry and is always fed by her favorite tree. She cannot defend herself at all, she's a goat, but the guardians of Valhalla along with Odin, protect her.
She groans and kicks at the feeling of her muscles untwisting from her cracking bones. Oddly enough, there is no pain at all. Even when her body shrinks a little, her toes split and horns start to break through the flesh between her ears (which grow and widen). She is an oversized goat, pearly long hair and two massive curling horns like a ram adorn her pretty caprine head. She is Heidrun – she knows immediately as she is always aware of things to do with her Gods, especially their mead making she-goat.
Over Valhalla she lounges and watches, nibbling on the leaves of her favorite tree, Læráth. A depthless cauldron is always beneath her swollen udders and the clearest, most delicious life-giving mead pours and sometimes dribbles from her teats and fill the cauldron each day. Upon her hind legs she eats for herself and all the while, perched atop Odin’s great hall of fallen warriors, she never runs out of sweet honey wine for the einherjar.
Of course Odin’s enemies could have her dead if she were not protected by him, by the magic of the hall itself. She is, by herself, not a fighting sort of animal. She is guarded by the same eagles and wolves that guard the hallowed halls of Valhalla. Day in and day out the battles bring new arrivals to be carried in by the Valkyries themselves. The new einherjar dine, sing, wrestle and of course – drink plenty of mead! Endless rounds for all as the cauldron is never empty, and Heidrun never runs dry.
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<b>words: 341</b>
City is transformed into <a href=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heiðrún>Heiðrún</a> the mead giving she-goat that sits atop the hall of Valhalla (Norse Mythology), Odin's hall, and fills a giant cauldron with the best mead known to man or Gods. She never runs dry and is always fed by her favorite tree. She cannot defend herself at all, she's a goat, but the guardians of Valhalla along with Odin, protect her.
