3/15/2026, 6:56 AM
Skill: Howlentines/Ice Ice Baby
The end of the world was fascinating.
All of the crazy fissures and crackling lightning-arcs shooting out of them certainly gave him the spooks, and more and more he was beginning to think Odin had a large hand in this - but was it truly Ragnarok? The dreams he'd been having since the start of all this insanity seemed to say otherwise, though it was all still a mystery. Runes, at least, made sense in his world. The glowing etched stones looked almost familiar to him, a language lost to a life lived long ago in some other place.
He would find them. If anyone could, it would be him.
Fenrir trekked with great determination through the snow, the bitter cold biting at his ear-tips and frosting his muzzle uncomfortably. The wolf had known cold, but this was not... right. It felt like the end of something, he thought, shifting his gaze up toward the black sky. The clouds had descended so low they almost seemed close enough to touch.
He suppressed a shiver.
No matter. Fenrir would save the day.
Fenrir, he who was ordained by prophecy, called again by the gods themselves to -
To -
'Hello,' he thought with great interest. It was almost immediate how swiftly he altered his course, drawn to a fetching scent on the frigid wind. Like a balm to his noble, gloriously-purposed soul, Fenrir felt a little frozen smile crack at the edges of his lips as he swerved southward, and his eyes were blessed with the glow of a lovely pink flame. The smell was wonderful.
He looked around, and suddenly felt a great and all-consuming desire for companionship of the fairer sex. Surely there was a woman around somewhere he could regale with his many accomplishments (he would need to think of some first though, and very quickly)...
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