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The One Who Hates
Skjǫldrheim
Statistics
Species
Wolf

Sex
amab (he/him)

Age
1 (09/04/24)

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Heavy

Build
Athletic

Eyes
Gold and Glacial blue

Fur
Dusk Sky with a slither of blue

Scent
Sea spray and damp earth

Oddities
Central Heterochromia

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Confrontational, Hateful, Close-minded, Blockheaded, Unfiltered
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Her words, this imaginary game. It left Asgeir staring at the girl with complete bewilderment. His lip was curlled and his brows furrowed, a look of pure disgust on his face that it would turn any milk sour just from a single glance.

While he wanted to batter the shit out of her, he paused for the first time in his life. The first to strike. That made his teeth grit. Who the hell did she thing she was for speaking to him like this? She deserved a whooping, and yet he didn't move. Instead, venom filled his mouth.

And I bet you'd run crying to daddy dearest if I did. he spat, this sibling of his was so - SO STUPID. Fucking brat. She was getting under his skin and he hated it.

Sverke is welcome in ANY of Asgeir's threads
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