Alone is a good thing.

[Shadoweaver]

Tyr stood hipshot in the woods, his eyes half-lidded. One would take him for being alseep and unready, but if you looked at him long enough you'd see that he actually stood so that he could grab his sword nad be on you in an instant.

Typical Tyr.

He was waiting for something. Shadoweaver had returned, bearing news of his companions in Dream Valley. He knew that she would come to him, however...so for now he stood and listened to the whispers of the trees as they sang of the end of the long sun....

[Tink]

DW flew down through the trees and landed not far from the unusual pony. What was he up to? Maybe it had something to do with pastries. "Lawful citzen of Ponyville! Don't move, the rabid lederhosen are closing in!" DW looked alert.

(OOC: Couldn't help bringing her here, especially when I saw his name, Tyr, ruin of victory!)

[Shadoweaver]

Tyr peeled open one eye and stared at DW. "You remind me of a certain butterfly," he said cryptically. "And I was not aware that leather pants could be rabid."

He straightened up and stood square--a scarred unicorn with a warrior's body.

(OOC: Oh, so much more than that....so much more! )

[Tink]

(OOC: My charrie DW has a lot to do with runes, she has a few carved into her face and a talisman of Khor, but thats for the next storyline. Of course she is also insane due to torture from some evils, but that goes almost without saying. )

DW eyed the warrior with interest "You have scars too! Look at mine! This one is from that nasty hook, and this is from a branding, and this one is from a knife, and this one is from a sharp stick and this one is from a spear! That was fun." DW displayed her various scars with pride.

[Shadoweaver]

(OOC: I had something in DV going with special runic ponies...hmm, this could be interesting indeed. But Tyr is more than just a runic pony.....)

Tyr glanced at his own scars. "Swords mostly. A Hell Hound or two. Spears, and a bite mark from a displeased mar...mm....bite marks. Yes." He tapped his right hoof on a rock and it made an odd, hollow sound. "Oh yes, and that. A wolf. Canines and I do not mix. Though I do hope he found it tasty..."

[Tink]

"Canines? Oooh, doggies! Yay! Ravens are nice. So are bats." DW preened her wings rather happily while singing to herself.

[Shadoweaver]

Tyr's expression soured. "Ravens. Actually, I could almost do without those, too..." He shook his head, scattered his sable mane. "But that's an old tale of bitterness best left to rot."

[Tink]

DW cocked her head faintly and smiled "Weird, ravens are my friends, creatures like myself, mostly. They help keep the pastries away, just like Moby carp."

[Shadoweaver]

Tyr tilted his head and looked at DW--well, not so much at her, as...through her. Drawing upon the faintest whips of power he glanced at her aura. To his vision, it looked like a shattered mirror.

Well, that explained a lot.

"I've had bad experiences with ravens." Tyr just left it at that.

[Tink]

DW looked faintly annoyed suddenly "Hmmm, Moby Smelt is closing in, shush, New Year's parties can get rough."

[Shadoweaver]

Tyr blinked slowly. He's never had much to do with insane ponies, that had been Loki's thing. Hadn't it? Those times could be awfully hard to remember...

Tyr sudden;y shuddered "I have a friend I need to visit. Perhaps I'll talk to you later.." with nary a pause for her response he winked out, only to appear in Shadoweavers castle-esque haven.

(OOC: Sorry for the abrubt lead-taking...but I need him elsewhere.

[Tink]

Dw watched him go and shrugged "More free time for me." she headed off into the forest without a backward glance.

(OOC: No problem, DW kinda wanders everywhere.)