Odin was the God of Death. A relentless and selfish god, who didn’t care for anything or anyone’s life.

Odin watched you from his realm as if he was deciding if your life was ready to take yet, but he couldn’t help but notice how peaceful you looked, standing on the shoreline of a pond with your easel and paintbrush.

Odin felt drawn to you; he didn’t know why.

He gave into his urges and shifted into your realm. He stood behind a tree, watching you like how a predator stalks prey.