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Skjǫldrheim
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wolf

Sex
amab (he/his)

Age
1 [9/4/2024]

Height
Very Tall

Weight
Average

Build
Stocky

Eyes
central heterochromia - inner amber, outer blue

Fur
navy blue, moon silver

Scent
incoming storm & blood

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gold 'fleck' on nose/muzzle

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The One Who Mocks
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discovering the green flame | potentially accompanied by Kingfisher , Asgeir , Fenrir but ALL are welcome!

Strange dreams were a way of life for the prince. Ominous and mythic in nature, full of blood and sunfire and calamity and longing. The plague he'd lived with much of his life seemed to have finally lifted - dead animals and poisoned waters cleared. Now there were only clouds that refused to part and a wintry chill that did not lift. Tove's corpse flashed before his eyes, and Sverke excused himself with the useful task of finding them something to hunt when it seemed all the rabbits and voles had found some secret warren Sverke could not sniff out.

If any of their rowdy little group of misfits chose to accompany him, Sverke would welcome them with a spirited flick of his tail but a lack of his usual chatter. There was some kind of...building here, overgrown and clearly abandoned for many centuries but still...the echoes of the humans or perhaps magic-using wolves like the visions claimed remained. Sverke recalled vaguely the folly of mortals; witnessing great buildings and bloodthirsty wars rise and fall far below as he pursued the sun chariot.

Ahead, tucked within the deeper shadows of a mostly-intact section of the vine-laden, snow-dusted hallways and rooms of the construct, a...glow caught the Sun-eater's attention. It spilled past rectangular and glassless windows, illuminating faintly the surrounding stone and dormant foliage in the almost-snuffed light of the setting sun filtered through the black clouds. Sverke's ears pricked with interest, and he stepped toward the light without fear. He slipped inside the structure, claws clicking on the stone. The roof, intact except for an open courtyard at the end of the hallway, blocked his view of the dark sky. The walls seemed unusually close, not so tight they would brush the sides of the yearling's pelt but close enough that his claustrophobia tightened slightly around his lungs.

Ahead, Sverke could see the faintest flicker of a green flame. Warmth radiated down the hallway, bringing feeling back into his toes and tips of his ears. And yet his curiosity could not bring him to take another step down the long entryway to the structure's flame-keeping courtyard. The walls seemed to press in closer, and the sky, he could not see the sky.


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take your fight outside, that's it for tonight - by Sverke - 12/30/2025, 10:08 PM

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