Editing AfterRagnarok:The Mythic (section)

== Ylva and Skuld #603 ==


there, sure enough, something moves. Crossing the breadth of the street to the base of the steps, it seems to flicker between forms. Now a man, beautiful blue-eyed and pale, swathed in ragged finery; now a withered corpse, naked and blue with cold; now a wolf crouched low, scenting the trail, its coat painted in in blue and grey.

Abruptly, Skuld is seized by a chill. Your own footprints are clear – dashed lines through the otherwise unbroken snow. 

But this...? 

It leaves no prints at all.
BANG BANG
The bullet tears through Skuld's target, vanishing into the snow behind with a puff of white. It staggers. The man, the wolf, they look up at you, with eyes bright blue and hungry.

Then there is only the long-dead corpse, already stiff as it topples sideways.

Snow begns to cover it almost instantly.

Silence returns to the city; your breath, your heartbeats, are the only sound you can hear. Your every nerve is wired, awake to any sound, any flicker of movement.

But there is only the gentle fall of snow.