The succubus trailed her manicured fingertips along Nic’s jawline, her crimson nail growing long and sharp as she reached his shirt collar. Her touch made its way down, exposing more of his skin with every inch of fabric she tore into. With every graze of her skin, Vivianne doused him with overwhelming desire. So raw it was almost more pain than pleasure to be so close and yet feel so little of her. As her forehead pressed lightly against his, and Nicolas sought out every bit of her, Vivianne murmured something against his lips,
“Did you really think compelling me would go without consequence?” she asked him. “Oh, how you’re mine tonight, love..” she breathed, before closing the space between them with a compelling kiss of her own.
Yuki Sohma. On a very personal level, Yuki is the character I relate to the most. Regarding his past, his thoughts, his flaws, I think it was the first time someone put my own feelings into words, and also he was a character that inspired me and gave me hope for myself.
Forrest. Just like him I’m a religious person, I am compassionate for people because I don’t want them to suffer and, hey, aren’t we both healers?
Toph. I’m too honest and sometimes it comes out too harsh, and that’s why many people say I’m mean (but at least they know I’m not gonna backstab them right hahah)
Hallfred Vandrædaskald was a court poet who found it difficult to turn his back on Odin, the god who had blessed him and his ancestors with the gift of poetry. His reluctance to convert earned him his nickname from Olaf Tryggvason.
This poem reveals the difficulty within Scandinavia to accept the change being promoted, and often strictly enforced, by kings such as Olaf II, Harald Bluetooth, and Olaf Tryggvason. Hallfred states here how his ancestors had held these beliefs for so long that it does pain him to be betraying them now. “All my lineage shaped lines praising Odin’s reign”, here he also emphasized the role that the traditional gods had on the arts, such as poetry. A prime example would be the story of Odin and the Mead of Poetry: “Now Odin, the chief of the gods, who is restless and unstoppable in his pursuit of wisdom, was displeased with the precious mead’s being hoarded away beneath a mountain. He bent his will toward acquiring it for himself and those he deemed worthy of its powers.” Odin would bestow this gift upon those worthy, therefore the poets would give Odin their highest respects for their gift. The role of the Skald in Scandinavia was a significant element of society, for poetry could lift kings up to great glory, but also crush them completely with satire.
He states clearly, though, that King Olaf has proclaimed that “sacrifices are banned” and that “[they] must shun most of all the age-old ordinances of the norns”. Mere changes in authority may seem at first to only effect the kings who made use of them, but in this poem, the struggle between the old ways and new ways is evident, leaving a powerful message that can be felt and understood even today.
McDonald, R. Andrew, Angus A. Somerville, and Paul Edward Dutton, eds. The Viking Age: A Reader. Toronto: University of Toronto Press, 2010.
Hallfreðar saga, in Vatnsdæla saga, ed. Einar Ól. Sveinsson, Íslenzik fornit VIII (Reykjavík, 1939), pp. 157-59.
Fair maid, I saw the ship slide from the river’s side to the sea. Behold the planks of the proud dragon lying off the land. Over the ship shines the serpent’s mane, streaming light; bow and stern bore pure gold as she sped from the slipway. - Thjodolf the skald