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[devilsandangels]

[ What he has is a simple request that he has his reasons for though he doesn’t state them
]

Tell me a story from your home.

I would really appreciate anyone who is willing to do so.

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[whip_poor_will]

So, you want someone to read you a bedtime story?

[devilsandangels]

No, I just want a story.

[northerndragon]

What sort of story?

I could tell you of the Young Dragon, but I don't know if you'd want to hear it.

[devilsandangels]

Any kind, really.

I would like to hear of this.

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[nonscriptum]

[He would respond with a text message, but stories are much more effective when spoken aloud and this is kind of his oeuvre.]

What kind do you like?

[-asks the history nerd, already animated.]

[devilsandangels]

[ Alfred looks amused by the other's already clear excitement. ]

What about your favorite?

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[am_i_a_monster]

What kind of story - a true story, a fairytale, ?

[devilsandangels]

I like both, myself.

[goodandtrue]

It depends on the sort of story you wish to hear. Tragic or happy?

[devilsandangels]

There are good and bad things of both. Do you have one that they are intertwined?

[kingforboth]

Anything in particular?

[devilsandangels]

Something new to me.

[soldier_blade]

How about one from my own experience?

[devilsandangels]

I would like that.

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[bythewaves]

What sort of tale would you like?

[devilsandangels]

I seek tales that are different from my own. Though, I am sure that is not too difficult as we are all from such different places.

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[redwinekindofgirl]

What kind? I know some good movie plots.

[devilsandangels]

Movie?

[prophesiedone]

I've got plenty of interesting stories, but why do you want them?

[devilsandangels]

I have no other reason than being curious about other's home worlds.

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[boats_n_hoes]

[ Floki doesn't ask why this person wants a story, he doesn't even ask what kind of tale they want to hear. Floki is feeling mischievous and wishes to spend a cheeky little fable he is rather fond of.

Though in his time here he has come to learn how to read, he still doesn't like to type, feels strange pushing buttons and words appearing, not like the satisfaction of carving runes into stone. So the Viking switched over to audio and started without warning.

His accent was rich, a thick Norse twang and strange, eccentric way in which he said certain words. ]

Yggdrasil, or the Tree of Life as some might call it, carries each and every realm on its thick, strong branches. Yet, though Yggdrasil houses our homes, our wolds and earth, there are powerful creatures that live on the Tree itself! Te-hee!

[ Floki laughed, his little trademark, signature sound, a mix between a giggle and a hiccup, before he continued. ]

At the top, nesting in the highest leaf and foliage is a great, powerful Eagle! Full of knowledge and wonder, it sits there and watches the realms in their branches, learning for them every moment. And below, burrowed among the strong root, the lifeline of Yggdrasil, is a humongous Dragon! Powerful, strong and protector of the Tree! Neither beast leaves its home though they heat one another with a passion, believing themselves to be good and the other to be bad.

[ He paused again, his excitement and passion for his story couldn't be seen as this way just his voice, but Floki was moving around, his hands wiggling fingers and spinning on one foot from excitement as he recites the tale told to him long, long ago. ]

The Dragon and the Eagle were not alone, however, no. There was another, one who was free to travel the length of Yggdrasil from tip to root. A Squirrel by the name of Ratatosk. Ratatosk loved hatred, he fed on it, feeling it and sensing it from the realms as he passed each branch but where he felt it the most, was between the Dragon and the Eagle. So~ Ratatosk would venture to the tops, listen to the Eagle and its ranting about the Dragon, he'd agree, encourage and enable such talk only to then scurry to the roots of the tree and spread the gossip tot he Dragon.

It was amusing, spreading tales and even telling lies just to keep the flames of hatred burning bright. From time to time, Ratatosk would even venture to Asgard and tell of the Eagle and the Dragon's hate, he was addicted to it, to what it did to the two beasts. Some believe that is where the first war and argument of man came from, same for the other eight realms.

[ Floki was snickering under his breath, far more amused in telling the tale than he thought he would be. ]

That is why squirrels are sneaky and can't be trusted. Never speak your mind around one, for you never know who tales it might spread from the things it hears you say.

[devilsandangels]

[ A smile is pulled from Alfred immediately upon hearing the voice starting into a story. The accent is one that's familiar to him even if the cadence and tone is quite different from the Northmen that he has met in his life already. It promises a good tale. ]

I never thought of a squirrel in such a way.

[ Alfred's voice is pleased, although, this admittedly just makes him want more tales. ]

Have the Eagle and Dragon ever change at all or are they forever doomed to be manipulated?

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[hasitsthorns]

What kind of story do you want?
Sad, spooky, mythical?
I got a bunch to choose from.

[devilsandangels]

I would be interested in any of them. Perhaps a spooky one but only if you have one that you particularly like.

[killthisparty]

what kinda story

[devilsandangels]

What kind do you like?