trd: tales of the north Picture

Frida took in a breath, gazing at the stars dotting the sky with tired eyes.
She was vaguely aware of another cat staring at the sky; turning, she saw Bifrost a few feet away from her. He, too, was entranced with the stars, his deep blue eyes gazing at the sky and fixating on it. Quietly, Frida began to walk towards him before sitting down beside the lion hybrid.
"The stars are lovely tonight, no?" She whispered, turning to look at the gatherer.
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Bifrost had been watching the stars intently, they were so much more different than the ones back home. They were the same of course, but the constellations had shifted, they were in a position unlike the one that the large mutt had memorized nearly his whole life. He had been laying down in the cool grass, in the clearing that allowed him to view the night sky like this. To his surprise, the head falcon, Frida padded over to his side, her white fur standing out like a blaze in the dark night.
"The stars are lovely tonight, no?"
Bifrost nodded, redirecting his attention from the stars to the serval. "Yes, they are. Quite beautiful."
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"My father told me that the stars are fragments of Stellara's body; Stellara is a deity in my religion. The stars form a barrier that stops the night sky from consuming the earth... at least, that's what I believe," Frida mewed, her breath turning to frost as she spoke quiet words. A few seconds of silence passed before Frida spoke up once more. "And you? What about the stars intrigues you?"
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"Where I come from we believe the stars are the fruits on a great ash tree that makes up everything in the universe. Some make up constellations that are great beings, gods. One is a large eagle, it has knowledge of many things great and small. There's also a squirrel named Ratatosk that runs endlessly up and down the tree, carrying messages back and forth between the eagle and Nidhogg, a dragon that gnaws at the roots of the great tree." Bifrost stopped, chuckling. He shook his head slightly, looking back up at the stars. "I'm sorry, I'm sure you don't want to hear about this."
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Frida listened intently to Bifrost's explanation of his own religion; it was so interesting to listen to, and she found herself lost in every word he spoke. "No, no! I think it's very intriguing," Frida mewed. "Those names that you mentioned... they do not sound like they are from here. They sound like names from the north," Frida observed out loud. "Are you from there?"
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Bifrost nodded. "I am, the group of humans that called themselves Vikings were my people. As well as my brother's. Your own name is Norse, did you know that?" He asked, looking at Frida calmly.
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"Wow... I wish I could've lived in the north at one point. I think you're very lucky," Frida purred. "And oh, I do! My father named me. His ancestors came from the north... he told me all about it. It sounds nice to live in a world that's always cold," Frida chuckled. "With fur like mine, summer is practically unbearable!" Frida let out a little snort, gazing at Bifrost as she laughed.
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Bifrost laughed, a deep hearty laugh that few cats heard, but it resonated with a warm feeling. "I completely understand, when I first arrived here I couldn't believe how warm it was, and how little snow there was as well. Though granted, there was mostly ice while we were traveling. But there was never a lack of one of the two substances." He looked back at Frida, a small smile adorning his scarred muzzle. "The north is wonderful, and in all honesty, I quite miss it."
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Frida listened to Bifrost's laugh, so much deeper than her own... it was nice. "Where I come from, there was even less snow than there is here! Ah, it was terrible," Frida replied. "Maybe one day, when I'm older and no longer fit for duty, I can go up north and experience the world you lived in myself." When Bifrost smiled at her, Frida smiled back. "Maybe we could both visit where you came from one day."
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Bifrost smiled at the memories of his home. "Ha...what I would give to go back. To see my humans again...I wouldn't be surprised if they had a cub by now. They were always quite close. To potentially see my brother...I hope to the gods he survived the wreck..." He paused, his smile fading slightly. He closed his eyes, stifling the slightest sigh. "You would like it there Frida. I truly think you would. Though you'd hear endless stories of Freya, your name did originate from hers..."
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Frida felt concern rise up in her chest as she saw Bifrost's smile fade. "I understand... I will pray to Stellara to keep your brother safe," Frida mewed. "Freya? What stories do they tell about her?" Frida inquired; somehow, her father had not gone into detail about Freya... perhaps he didn't know her?
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Bifrost nodded slightly, and chuckled slightly. "Freya is the goddess of love and beauty, as well as many other subjects related to them. There are endless stories and legends about her, and in short, she rules over the heavenly field Folkvangr, where those who die go. The ones who die in battle have a separate destination, Valhalla." He meowed, happy that he was able to recollect memories and stories from his past, and relay them to other cats.
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Frida listened intently with wide eyes as Bifrost explained her. "Wow... that's amazing. You know so much about all this! That's so cool," Frida said when Bifrost was finished. His tales from the north were so intriguing... she wished she could reply with something interesting that she knew, but there wasn't much to say.
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Bifrost smiled, and chuckled slightly, a small sigh following it. He looked over to Frida with bright eyes. "Thank you for letting me tell you about them, it's been forever since I've been able to converse with another about the north. There are countless stories and myths my mother told my brother and I when we were just cubs, I'm glad to be able to share them with someone else." He said, smiling at the smaller cat. Frida seemed to be the first cat to actually appear to be interested in the mythology he grew up hearing from cats and creatures of all kinds.
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"Oh, of course! I'll always be interested in your stories from the north. They're very interesting," Frida purred. "I see why you enjoy the stars so much now." For a moment, Frida paused. "I know how it feels to have nobody to talk to about certain things in your life... it's a lonely feeling. It's good that you don't have to be alone."
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Bifrost smiled. "Enough about me, tell me something about yourself, you mentioned something about a deity named Stellara?...She kept the cats on the planet safe? I'm sorry, I'm afraid I forgot what you said...I'd be enthralled to hear more about it though." He said, a low purr rumbling in his throat.
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"Oh, yes, Stellara!" Frida said. "Aw, thank you...! Well, my religion involves two sisters- Noxara and Stellara. Noxara controlled all the darkness in the world, while Stellara controlled the light. It was a perfect balance... until Noxara became greedy. She wanted more hours of night in the day, when her power was in full force... Stellara would not allow it. They fought, and Stellara broke into millions of pieces to save the earth. She turned into the stars we're looking at now, and I believe the moon is her heart. The stars form a protective barrier that keeps Noxara from taking over the earth and keeping it in eternal darkness... the good cats will join Stellara's body as a new star to keep Noxara at bay. The bad ones..." Frida took a breath. She thought about her sister and how terrible she had been before going on. "The bad ones do not come back as anything."
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Bifrost listened intently to Frida's story, his eyes meandering back and forth between the serval and the stars as she relayed the history of them. She had taken a breath before the last sentence and the large hybrid turned to her with furrowed brows. "Are you alright Frida? You seemed uneasy before you said the bad ones don't come back as anything...it was quite a wonderful tale though, on another note."
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Frida let out a nervous laugh. "Ah... yes. I was thinking about my sister. She follows my religion... she was not a good cat. She kidnapped my daughter when she could not have children of her own... I fear she will be gone forever when she passes, wherever she may be," Frida mewed, her voice quieter now. She hadn't thought about her sister in a long time... how had Partridge been doing? "I suppose my feelings towards my sister do not differ much from your feelings towards your own brother... I would like to see her again. I would like to set things right."
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Bifrost's mouth pressed into a line as he muttered to himself in Norse. "Why would she do that?" He finally asked out loud, his blue eyes meeting Frida's scarlet ones. He couldn't understand why a cat would have the motives to kidnap a relative, how someone could be so...disloyal. Everything back home was based on loyalty, and if there wasn't...well whoever was disloyal wouldn't last long. Perhaps that's how his brother thought of him, or why he thought he was gone, just disappeared out of the blue. "I'm sorry about your daughter Frida. It was wrong of your sister to do that, blood relative or not, stealing someone away is a wrong and disloyal act."
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"She wanted children, Bifrost... she was barren. I suppose I was an easy target for her," Frida sighed. "I found her with my daughter. I fought her and I won that fight... I'm sure she still bears scars from that day." Frida listened as Bifrost went on. "You are correct... but, even after what she did to me... I hope she is happy, wherever she is," Frida replied, glancing up at the night sky.
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Bifrost listened with alert ears and worried eyes. "Frida...do you know where your daughter is? You said you won that fight after you found her with your daughter...I'm...I'm sorry if this is a sore subject, I'm just...appalled at how cats can be so cold hearted." He paused for a moment. "And I've known a lot of cold hearted cats, they're not hard to run by in a land that's almost always completely frozen over."
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Frida looked down. "I... I do not. I don't know where she is. There was a flood... I was separated from my family, from my mate and my daughter... I never found them, but I believe they are alive."
Frida sighed. "But that's in the past now... I'm sure they are happy, wherever they may be."
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Bifrost wasn't sure what to say, but instead opened his mouth and said the first thing that came to mind. "Ask the stars. They might be able to tell you...if not...then believe they're alive. And hope that some day you'll run into them again..." He said, thumping his thick tail on the cold ground next to him.
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Frida thought about what Bifrost said. "Perhaps I will," Frida decided. She smiled shyly as she gazed at him. "Aw, heck, thanks for listening to all of this," Frida laughed. "I know it's a long story."
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Bifrost returned the serval's smile. "And to you as well, it was wonderful hearing about your religion and telling you of mine as well. Thank you." He said, his blue eyes calm, and his paws tucked under his fluffy chest.</b>
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