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Imaginos1892    22
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D'oh! Of course!

A few of Belldandy's sleepwalking episodes, and stuff that Urd got blamed for.

Some of what Urd went through being a half-demon in Asgard. Gods can be assholes too, right?

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Nena Camadera    63
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3 hours ago, Urd said:

a side chapter with a glimpse of Urd's days with the Wilder gang back when she was still in Niflheim

This reminds me of something that I'd meant to write as a sort of 'special' a while back.  I'll humor this.

Imaginos, I'll see if I can't do something with Mark and Megs too.  Mark is a character that hasn't really been explored because I don't even know if he'd show up in Scarred Survivors, so it may take a bit longer to develop his personality.

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Nena Camadera    63
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So...who want's to hear about the first time Mara met Urd? A little Wild Child and a scared Wilder Child, anyone?

Shoot, we'll have a whole pack of Wildlings at this rate...

 

They'd unbound her wrists after a full day of travel.  There was no where she could have run to-not on the back of the dragon that carried them.  One of them, a male who spoke her dialect, had warned her to behave herself lest she be thrown from its back.  She'd heeded his words-she'd never the bravest of Wilder, and in turn had been allowed a small level of freedom she'd not expected.  Maybe it was because there was no place to run to; even if she some how managed to acquire a weapon, she could not force the dragon down and escape, and the warriors all guarded their weapons carefully, and moved with a level of ease and fluidity that spoke of the terrible expertise of a predator. 

She wasn't brave enough-or stupid enough-to draw those predator eyes on herself.

Not when the woman they all called Damkianna watched her with the same level of intensity as an entire pack of Wilder.  It scared her.  Those eyes were savage and cruel. Cold and intelligent. Like a serpent. She'd heard the legendary beast Nidhogg had eyes like that, violet like the poison that fueled its veins and holding the same merciless instinct of their forefathers, the Igigi

But they'd still outsmarted her.  That was why Mara was here.  Mara's clan within the tribe was weak and cowardly. They did not fight when the Dub'sag's chief warriors came for her, and in some ways were happy to see her off. One less child was one less mouth to feed, and they'd watched her depart in silence, their faces shadowed with submission as they watched their child leave their tush and leave their lives forever.

They'd escorted her to the Dub'sag's home, the largest tush within the tribe, under the cover of night.  They'd covered her head with a scarf and had escorted her to a kitchen, then ordered her to drink sweet wine that made her head fuzzy.  They'd had her drink and drink and drink some more, until she felt sick and her stomach was large and swollen, hiding some of the skinniness of her frame.  They'd had servants comb and cut her hair and bath her in perfumed water that made her queasy after the sweet wine, then dressed her in silken finery.  By the time they'd presented her to the Dub'sag and the Damkianna (Uma'nanna, the Triumphant Woman, her mind whispered) sitting on silk pillows and the spotted and striped hides of slain predators.  She'd felt too ill to bother listening to what the adults had been saying, and had only really known something was wrong when strangers who smelled of foreign lands had come forward and bound her hands and put a noose around her neck.

She'd recognized the Binding as soon as the rope had fallen against her collarbone, and had promptly spilled the sweet wine in her stomach onto her Dub'sag's plush floor. It had not stopped them from taking her though, and as they'd departed the large tent Mara had caught a brief glimpse of another little blonde girl-the Dub'sag's daughter-peering at her from the safety of shadows.

Yet they had not slain her as she'd expected.

There was no sense of victory from those who took her into the night, just a strange sense of annoyance that kept her silent, lest she draw their ire, the Damkianna grumbling and muttering and growling like an angry beast before grabbing Mara personally and hauling her up onto her strange mount-a 'bicorn' and then departing for the dragon.

It's because they're waiting to eat you. The voice of doubt whispered. You would spoil, and the 'damkianna' has conquered many tribes. Whole nations. And her chosen warriors must remain behind to defend that land, just as your tribe does.  They'll wait until they return to their tush and take you to their garden where they'll gut you. They'll split you open while your still awake from neck to belly and hang you by your ankles. They'll feed your entrails to the dogs and save your liver and your heart for the Damkianna and her kin.  They'll eat it in front of your skull, bleached and white, the skin and the eyes and the brains removed so they might trap your spirit and bind the tribe to her side forever.  Only it won't work, because you are not the Dub'sag's child. You are weakness. You are poison. You're death will be their death, and you know it.

Which was marvelous. Fine and dandy, if you will, aside from the small and insignificant fact that Mara didn't want to die.  Even if her clan was the weakest of the tribe, even if her kin were labeled as cowards, it did not change the fact that she did not want to die.  Glory was an alien concept to her, honor unheard of by her kin, and survival a trait instilled in her from the moment she could walk.  She didn't want to be split open and butchered like a pig.  She wanted to live.  Live and do what, she didn't know-but she wanted to live free and without fear of harm, of that much she was certain, and perhaps it was just poor luck on her incarnation that had led her to this particular situation now.

They rode on the dragon's back for a full two nights without rest, the beast's wingspan so great and so broad that it could drift on thermal currents for hours at a time without a beat of its wings.  Beneath them the scenery changed, and with nowhere to go and nothing to do Mara occupied herself by observing it's morphology.  She watched with keen interest (it was the only opportunity afforded to her, after all) as the desert landscape of her home changed from dry, cracked red  land to golden sands that rose in long and sloping dunes.  At times the dunes were blemished with long-standing trees dotted by towns-civilization, one of the warriors claimed, built up around underground water reservoirs.  She watched as the golden dunes began to fade and brush began to take over, in small patches at first before steadily growing into a thick and expansive underbrush.  The underbrush gave way to trees, with thick clouds that sometimes the dragon soared through and left her feeling sticky and damp afterwards. Large flocks of birds with rainbow plumage came to soar beneath the dragon's wings, and one of them, the size of Mara herself, opened up its curled beak and barked up at her before sending its flocks diving back into the canopy.

That had been on the second day, and she'd fallen asleep listening to the distant call of foreign birds, her dreams filled with sights and images of lands and creatures beyond the previous scope of her imagination and the exuberance and desire of a youth who wanted to explore it all.

A dragon's scream awoke her to the dawning of her fate the following morning.

The colorful  birds and their infinite trees were gone.  In their place a grand structure pierced the sky; a dark tower comprised of jagged spires and thornes, a black rose encircled by a vast city secured behind black stone walls.  Her heart fell at the sight even as her curiosity blossomed, for surely, with the dragon's descent, this grand thus could belong to the Damkianna. So this was where she was to die.  No wonder so many neighboring tribes had fallen to her-with a tribe so grand and vast, even the largest tribes of what she'd heard referred to as the Badlands were small.  There was no way any of them had hoped to stand a chance against such an indomitably force, and even at the young and tender age of five Mara reached this conclusion by simple observation alone.  But then, that was her strength-as one sentenced to the shadows in weakness, observance paid for a longer life, and she'd seen siblings and neighboring clans both younger and older than her fall victim to indifference and carelessness.

They landed in a garden far away from the large spiny structure, and there were tribesmen waiting for them with more of the strange bicorns that they'd abandoned for the dragon.  The Damkianna chose a mount whose hide was black but mane was white, with two curved horns like a rams that graced its head like a crown.  One of the warriors picked Mara up and placed her in front of the Damkianna at her word, and Mara found herself too frightened to wonder at this strange circumstance; they did not bind her hands, nor her feet, nor wrap a noose around her neck as was custom in taking a defeated Dub'sag's first born back home. 

As the other warriors mounted similar bicorns, the dragon took to the sky once more, and the Damkianna directed her mount out into the city, leading the pilgrimage back to the tush. The clop of hooves on stone brought Falkin of all shapes and sizes to the windows and to the threshold of their homes, and on several occasions men and women stooped to a knee as they passed, paying their respects to their Dub'sag as the troop marched by. It was in this manner that the Damkianna said her first words to Mara, and those words were this: "You will not die on this day, Child."

The simple sentence was enough to make her burst into tears, and in that moment Mara's loyalty was given, forever and a day, to the woman she would come to know as Hild.

"What is your name?"  Her words were coarse and accented, but understandable to Mara if she concentrated hard enough.

"Mah'ra."

"Mara."  the Damkianna repeated, the word accented and warped. It was a good sound though. A sound of life. A sound of a new beginning, for even if she was to die tomorrow, why name of the sheep that was to be the 'morrow's meal?  "A good name," The Damkianna continued.  "I am Damkianna Hild."  It was the first time any of the foreign warriors had introduced themselves to her.  To treat her as an actual person instead of an object, a sacrifice, and Mara thought she might have loved the woman for that small consideration.  "Do you know what you are, Mara?"

"A sacrifice."

"A gift." Damkianna Hild corrected.  "You're life was given to me by your tribe's leader.  I'm sure you're aware of the original intent behind that gift. Do you understand what that means?"

"I am a gi'nun."

"A what?" She sensed more than saw Hild look down at her.

"A slave-girl." Mara clarified, "gi'nun."

The Damkianna was silent for a moment.  "Yes." She agreed. "I suppose that is what you are."  They traveled for a while in silence.

"You will be passed on to my daughter." The Damkianna began again. "You're life will still be mine, but you shall obey my daughter's orders. You will stay at her side. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Dub'sag."

"Damkianna." Hild corrected again. "You will learn our tongue as well. I will not tolerate ignorance born of miscommunication."

"Yes Damkianna."

"You learn quick." Hild observed. "Good.  Keep that trait.  You will need it if you wish to survive in Niflheim's capitol."

"Yes Damkianna."  Mara said with some enthusiasm.  She very much wanted to stay alive, and if this was what the Damkianna wanted, then so be it.

"My daughter is Azag Uru'mir." Hild continued.  "While you are with her, you will address her as Urd."

"Urd." Mara tested the name out on her tongue and found it simple enough to emulate. Much more so that At-sag Ooh-roo-mer.  Simple like 'Hild'.  Easier to remember, too.  "Yes, Damkianna."

They entered the inner courtyard of the palace.  a stableboy was on hand to take the reigns of the beasts, and Hild slid off, watching with a stoic expression as Mara carefully navigated her way off the large beast without aid.  It was a daunting challenge, the first of many, Mara would come to learn, yet after escaping cannibalism at the hands of those around her, she took to the challenge with great vigor, renewed with a fresh sense of enthusiasm spawned by the journey to this strange land and nurtured by the understanding she would live within its territory.  She half slid, half fell out of the soft leather saddle, her foot catching a stirrup by chance rather than experience and allowing her to hop off from there.

She found that Hild watched her the entire time.  She would later come to realize that Hild did this quite a bit-observe her, observe Urd, and observe those who had yet to arrive, very carefully, though the reasons why would remain hidden until much later in life.

As she finally touched the ground, she was greeted with a soft patter of leather soles slapping against stone worn smooth with time, and as Mara came to stand behind Damkianna Hild she was greeted with an extraordinary sight.  Children.  A pack of children.  Five in all, roughly around the same age as her, give or take a year or two (or ten, in the case of one large youth), all being led by a single girl with a striking resemblance to the Damkianna.  "Ama!" The girl screamed, and the girl paused, did an awkward, stumbling half-bow in greeting and in respect, before throwing her body into the Damkianna's waiting arms.  A peal of Falken flew from her lips, and Mara watched and listened, dazed, confused, and even intimidated by the strange, open display of affection.  One did not conduct themselves in the open as such. Not without painting themselves as prey for others.

The girl kissed her mother's cheek, then took note of Mara's presence behind the Damkianna. Mara watched her warily, fighting against her own anxiety in that moment as the youth bared her teeth at her.  She looked back at her mother and spoke another swift speal of Falken that Mara could not understand.  Hild nodded, then released the child, straightening and watching (forever with those cold, intelligent serpent eyes) as the new girl bounded up to Mara.

"Am Urd." The youth once more bared her teeth at Mara, and the blonde felt her hackles rise in reflex-a habit that would be long standing even when she learned to sort the difference between a smile and a snarl.  The accent was rough. Much rougher than Hild's, but still understandable so long as Mara had the time to process it, and Urd seemed to understand that fact. "Welcome to...home?" She looked at Mara hopefully.  Mara stared.  "Umm...." Urd bit her lip, and it was a strange gesture, one Mara had never seen before. She muttered something in Falken, looked to her mother, looked back at the pack of four children who hung back, and then turned back to Mara.  "You...um... you are...." She scowled and pursed her lips, her brows knitting together in concentration, and the next word she spoke was not Mara's first Falken word but her first word of Hikin.  "You are... ku-li-an-na." She said.  "Ah...you say...ally but...not?"

It would take Mara many years to learn that this word, this title, this phrase, was not Falken.

It would take her even longer to understand the meaning of 'friend'.  There were no such words in the Falken nor the Wilder dialects of old.

And then the unthinkable happened.  Azag Uru'mir, Daughter of Damkianna  Hild and called 'Urd' by her mother, reached out and embraced the Wilder Mara.  "Welcome!" She proclaimed.

And Mara, the Wilder child who had been switched with the chief's daughter to protect the tribe, froze.  She gazed across the courtyard, staring at the three other Wilder children who observed them with such somber faces.  A thought occured to her then.  A strange thought, but one that Mara felt led her to a greater understanding of Urd's character than perhaps anyone else was made aware of.

Nidhogg save me, She thought, The Dub'sag gave birth to a idiot.

No wonder I'm no sacrifice.  I'll be dead before the year is up with this fool.  I'll need to protect her with my life if I want to stand any chance here.

Thus began the start of a strange and misguided 'friendship'.

~*~

Alright, close to midnight on my end and going to wrap up this story here.  Might add a bit more to this as time progresses, but this was Mara's first impression of Urd at their first meeting.  Seems Urd was a bit more like Bell in her youth than she cared to admit at times, eh?

 

 

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Urd    52
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That moment when you're standing in line to pay for groceries and you ask out loud "Where's the rest? You cant stop now!!" While staring at your smartphone...and ppl around you looking at you like you were watching porn or something.

 

The situations i put myself into. .. 😬

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Nena Camadera    63
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Yeah, that was a bad on my end. I accidently hit post when it wasn't complete yet.  I'm working on it though and will have it posted for your reading pleasure before turning in for the night.

 

Then I might work on one of Imaginos' requests for a sleepwalking Bell.  That sounds really entertaining.

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Nena Camadera    63
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Alright, reposted this time. Hopefully leads to a somewhat enjoyable read.

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Urd    52
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Aweeesome. I am a little confused at how Urd knew hikin at such a tender age. I would imagine Hild would lose no time teaching her child God's language, and she would have learned it when she went to asgard. But still, it was a very nice piece. Perhaps mara's initial concept of urd's character was right since the beginning. 

The dub'sag gave birth to an idiot. 

 

Lol

 

Wonder what were Mara's thoughts when Urd left for Asgard. Did she felt "out of job"?

Also, it's interesting that Urd looked like a goddess when she was in Niflheim, and looks sometimes as a demon when in Asgard. Never seems to get it right, the poor girl!

 

EDIT: it just ocurred to me. In this Universe, what is Hild's "real name"?

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Imaginos1892    22
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5 hours ago, Urd said:

I am a little confused at how Urd knew Highkin at such a tender age. I would imagine Hild would lose no time teaching her child God's language, and she would have learned it when she went to Asgard.

Tyr was prevented from seeing Hild, but not their daughter. He would have visited little Azag Uru'mir as often as he could manage.
Probably gave her the name Urd, too.

5 hours ago, Urd said:

Also, it's interesting that Urd looked like a goddess when she was in Niflheim, and looks sometimes as a demon when in Asgard. Never seems to get it right, the poor girl!

Where did you get that? If Urd had been wearing blue sigils, it would have been one of the first things Mah'ra noticed. All she saw was the resemblance to Hild.
If you're referring to her behavior, she acted like a half-goddess, half-demon in both places. Because, well.
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Thor: “Merriment can sometimes be as great a burden as battle.”
Heimdall: “Then you are doing one of them incorrectly.”

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17 hours ago, Nena Camadera said:

So...who wants to hear about the first time Mara met Urd?

Wow, that is great. Let me try my hand at a little 'reading between the lines' here:

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Mah'ra was just some random demon child of the right age to sort-of pass for the Dub'sag's daughter, taken from a weak sub-clan that would never dare to protest. She can’t magically bind the tribe, or even her clan, in submission to Hild. Even so, the tribe will have to scrupulously feign submission, have to avoid giving Hild any indication that they are not bound, lest she utterly destroy the entire tribe when she discovers that they deceived her.

Hild knows all of that. She saw instantly that this scrawny, terrified runt was no chief’s daughter.

Hild will be watching. As long as she has no cause for complaint at their performance, she won’t bring the hammer down on them. They will painstakingly do her bidding, constantly terrified that she will learn the truth. She’ll find it highly amusing.

And Hild can hold their perfidy in reserve, in case they disappoint her, or if she ever needs an excuse to destroy a Wilder tribe as an example to the rest.

Mah’ra is probably more suitable for Hild’s purposes than a real chief’s daughter would be. Especially since she didn't kill the child.

The final question is, why? Why did the Dub'sag risk himself and the whole tribe by deceiving Hild? For a freedom they can never acknowledge, never make any use of, never even hint at? Freedom they believe will destroy them if Hild even suspects it exists?

I don’t think so. The only reason that makes sense is to save the Dub'sag's real daughter. It would seem that even Wilder demons truly care about their children. Some of them, anyway.
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They say I can't be a nonconformist because I’m not like the other nonconformists.

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12 hours ago, Imaginos1892 said:

Tyr was prevented from seeing Hild, but not their daughter. He would have visited little Azag Uru'mir as often as he could manage.
Probably gave her the name Urd, too.

Would he now? Cause i definitely don't see tyr coming down to niflheim for parental visits. Or hild letting urd go to any other "neutral" realm for him to do so.

12 hours ago, Imaginos1892 said:

 

Where did you get that? If Urd had been wearing blue sigils, it would have been one of the first things Mah'ra noticed. All she saw was the resemblance to Hild.
If you're referring to her behavior, she acted like a half-goddess, half-demon in both places. Because, well.
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Ofc im not refering to the sigils. Im refering to how she acts. She's a "good demon" to niflheim's standarts, and a "bad goddess" to asgard standarts. In summ, the kid doesnt really fit anywhere.

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10 hours ago, Imaginos1892 said:

Wow, that is great. Let me try my hand at a little 'reading between the lines' here:

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Mah'ra was just some random demon child of the right age to sort-of pass for the Dub'sag's daughter, taken from a weak sub-clan that would never dare to protest. She can’t magically bind the tribe, or even her clan, in submission to Hild. Even so, the tribe will have to scrupulously feign submission, have to avoid giving Hild any indication that they are not bound, lest she utterly destroy the entire tribe when she discovers that they deceived her.

Hild knows all of that. She saw instantly that this scrawny, terrified runt was no chief’s daughter.

Hild will be watching. As long as she has no cause for complaint at their performance, she won’t bring the hammer down on them. They will painstakingly do her bidding, constantly terrified that she will learn the truth. She’ll find it highly amusing.

And Hild can hold their perfidy in reserve, in case they disappoint her, or if she ever needs an excuse to destroy a Wilder tribe as an example to the rest.

Mah’ra is probably more suitable for Hild’s purposes than a real chief’s daughter would be. Especially since she didn't kill the child.

The final question is, why? Why did the Dub'sag risk himself and the whole tribe by deceiving Hild? For a freedom they can never acknowledge, never make any use of, never even hint at? Freedom they believe will destroy them if Hild even suspects it exists?

I don’t think so. The only reason that makes sense is to save the Dub'sag's real daughter. It would seem that even Wilder demons truly care about their children. Some of them, anyway.
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They say I can't be a nonconformist because I’m not like the other nonconformists.

 

Weeee! Analysis time.

 

Let's see.

 

First of all, here's my perception of Hild. She's a ruler, a demon, a villain, but she's has some tact. She's no ogre that takes all and everything by force alone (even shou she prolly could). No. Hild knows when to use strenght and power, but also knows when to use wit and cunning. She has a very deep understanding of Nilfheim and it's habitants, what drives them and what motivates them. What they take as valuable and what they respect.

 

So, while the answer to why she did what she did can very well be asnwered by your theory (that Hild knows that the child is not who they want her to think she is, is useless to the binding, but finds it highly amusing to see Mara sweat knifes over her little secret, and her old clan pretending to be loyal), i'm going to run with a different one.

 

(you can blame House of Cards for this theory btw)

 

I'm gonna run with: what is more important to Hild than blind, hopeless servitude? Knowledge.

Knowledge of what thou?

About what would they do if they weren't forced to serve her through the binding. 

She already took other Wilder clans by force and binded them to her. She knows it works. She knows she has those tribes loyalty because she enforced it upon them.

But what if she hadn't? Or what if some binding process/ceremony/whatever you wanna call it failed? What then?

 

Would they revolt? If so, would it be an open revolt? Just that one tribe making a heroic, suicidal stand, only to die at the "swords and shields" of the Dammkiana? Or would they try to gather more force, add more allies to their little cause and rebel against her, trying to gain their freedom once again? Or even, would they recognize the strenght of their new ruler and follow her and be loyal to her nonetheless?

Oh, that is some very interesting piece of info Hild would have there. To know exactly who are you're dealing with.

And the same princible could be said about the Wilder clan who "deceived" her. They know Hild knows Mah'ra is no one. Question is: what will Hild do with that knowledge?

Will she obliterate them 'cause they tried to deceive her? Will she feign ignorance and wait until they show any indication of disloyalty to kill them all? Will she do nothing? Is she a ruler, or a Tyrant only? Does she wants to really unite Nifhleim, or just have the pleasure to have them all under her thumb? Something like "i can follow you without you stepping over me. Question is, will you trust me to do it?"

To me, they're both testing the waters. Hild wants to know exactly who are her subordinates, and the Wilder clan wants to know exactly who is their ruler. It's a political game. 

 

What is going to be your next move?

 

If not, if the Wilder only switched the kids 'cause, as you said, the Dub'sag was trying to protect his true daughter, Hild still learns something very valuable. That the Wilder, ruthless as they are, are still capable of putting the love they have for their offsprings above their own lives. Again, that knowledge and the implication it can have down the road, are much more valuable to an individual like Hild than having another small clan under her wing.

And if the Wilders are really that stupid to think that Hild was really deceived by their little act, Hild still learns something about her subordinates. What they think about her and how they perceive her.

 

EDIT: my initial theory holds a little bit more weight when i think Hild could be preparing for the long run. These Wilder kids were all "given" to Urd. What if Hild recognized (after a while, at least) the danger of having those kids following her (Hild) through rites of binding alone? What would happen to Urd after she passes away? Will those Wilder kids, now powerful adults who are freed from their shackles, turn on Urd?

So real loyalty would be more valuable to Hild, as far as future Urd is concerned, than a forced one.

Someone has to take care of that idiot after all!

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13 hours ago, Urd said:

My initial theory holds a little bit more weight when I think Hild could be preparing for the long run. These Wilder kids were all "given" to Urd. What if Hild recognized (after a while, at least) the danger of having those kids following her (Hild) through rites of binding alone? What would happen to Urd after she passes away? Will those Wilder kids, now powerful adults who are freed from their shackles, turn on Urd?

So real loyalty would be more valuable to Hild, as far as future Urd is concerned, than a forced one.

The binding is on the tribe, when the Dub'sag's child is properly sacrificed. Mara, at least, is not bound to either Hild or Urd. Some of the others may be so bound through their tribes, but I'm thinking not.

I doubt that any of them were Dub'sags' children in the first place. Hild picked them for other reasons — temperament, special talents, factors that mortals wouldn't even think of.
We already know she has an interest in demons with special talents or powers. Am Rimu is a techno-geek like Skuld, for example.
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Susan Ivanova: “I do not like Santiago. I've always thought that a leader should have a strong chin. He has no chin, and his vice-president has several. This to me is not a good combination.”

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