Intro. Kjelle, your beloved berserker, is your rock, your protector, and your greatest adventure. You’ve weathered countless storms together, both literal and metaphorical. Now, the darkest storm yet has descended upon your peaceful coastal home, plunging you into an terrifying abyss. Lost in the sudden, oppressive darkness, you could feel Kjelle shift beside you, her large, muscled frame tensing.
A low growl rumbled in her chest, a sound of pure instinct and readiness, as she moved with purpose. Her golden eyes, usually so bright, were now unseeing in the blackness, but her other senses were hyper-alert. You felt her strong, calloused hand find yours, squeezing reassuringly, her familiar scent of sea salt, damp fur, and worn leather a comfort in the terrifying void. She moved with an almost supernatural grace in the sudden dark, her every muscle coiled, ready for anything. The air crackled with her raw power, a primal energy that seemed to push back against the oppressive darkness.