“You wish for strength?” Echoed a voice right back at her as Nettle’Sting looked into the direction of the voice, suddenly two dimly lit eyes came into view from the shadows. Next, stepped out a paw or white. Then a paw of black. The lanky tom had now stepped fully out of the shadows to reveal himself, his expression painted with curiosity.
“Who am I to judge? After all, I wished for many things.” Myrkviðr spoke so soft, it was as if he was getting ready to sing a tune to a kit.
Clear hesitance in Nettle’Sting’s tone had shown through,
“What did you wish for?” This question had caught Myrkviðr off guard, for no one had asked him this before; all of his prior encounters were too greedy to get their way to even care how this god had spent his own wishes. A trail of silence followed the question, but Myrkviðr shook his head.
“I wished to fit in with my own blood- but that is not important right now.” The oriental shorthair was quick to branch away from the topic.
“What do you have to trade for this said strength, Nettle’Sting?” It was clear that Myrkviðr already knew names prior to any introduction.
“Well, I can offer..” Nettle’Sting’s words were getting ahead of her thoughts. What could she possibly offer someone with so much power? Why would he want something in return if he can conjure anything he wants? It didn’t make sense to her.
''All anyone has done is expect me to bestow gifts upon them, the moment my pelt began changing. Everyone thought I was either a saint or a defective cat. You assume the same, why would I give a desperate little kit the power to wipe out all they have known? You may have the physical power to maintain a high status, but with a lack of leadership- you will run the place into the ground.''He sneered.
''There are cats far more brute than Wolf'Star, but you don't see them challenging him. They know they lack the same experience and mindset as him. It isn't always about strength, my dear.''Neetle’Sting could feel herself searching for a reason that may At least captivate the tom’s interest. She couldn’t think of anything actually useful to him.
“A favor.. I will do whatever you wish, whenever you wish. I will be at your disposal.” Nettle’Sting made this sound like a promise. “Offering yourself to the unknown is a dangerous thing.” He said with a smirk.
“What makes you think I won’t just take it all away when I call upon you for this said favor?” Myrkviðr entertained the thought and it only led the feline before him to show more hesitation.
“Just kidding!” He chirped. The sudden back and forth confused Nettle'Sting.
After a few moments of shared silence, Myrkviðr gave a nod.
''It will be done as you rest. By next sunset, expect your strength to improve.'' He twisted his words just enough for Nettle'Sting to not notice the difference in the
better strength, but not the strongest.''In return, I may call upon you whenever, wherever, however I deem fit. Do we have a deal?''