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[berserkerofrealms]

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄:

𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 '𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘨' 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘬. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃!

[Semi lit humanized Garm Rp muse]

Rules are simple-

No Gm if I do it please let me know or if it pertains to the rp we are committed to let me know before hand and I'll do the same!

This will have nsfw themes so 18+. Such themes will have smut, gore, mental health issues. Etc.

Feel free to give asks and have fun!

[gyllentanne]

@berzerkerofrelms liked for a starter!

The downfall of the Aesir was a painful cry he heard even in death. He needed no eyes to understand when the events of Ragnarök happened; in Hel he could hear them all. The cries of his people - of his brother and nephews - the rage they carried in their voices... the despair they wailed with. Even with Baldur's generous gift (one he often questions how it worked or why he was deemed worthy enough to have it) and his eyes covered from the world, he could still hear the faint screaming of the war that waged in Asgard. His heart ached being here and he wished to be elsewhere, but those that remained were counting on him.

Here, he is scavenging. He removes the cloth from around his eyes and blinks to adjust to the harsh light. Before him, the land is decimated. The flora that once stood here, beautiful and strong, have been reduced to ash and charcoal. The wall guarding his home from any outside threat had crumbled in many places and he could see the remains of homes behind, crushed in the aftermath. No doubt the Aesir fought with all their might. Such a tragedy they fought for the wrong side.

As he nears the wall, Heimdall's senses begin to scream that there is danger, but he stays facing forward. He recognizes this energy and he is scared.

"I didn't forsee you surviving Ragnarök... lovely to see you again, Garm."

[berzerkerofrelms]

"Things are quite surprising at times are they not, Heimdall?" Garm asks. His massive size almost swallowed the Aesir whole as he tilted his head. He was dead. Gone but simply transported to the realm of disgrace. His realm. His home. A smile crossing his sharp teeth as he hums." Not everything can go based off the future."

He doesn't attack however. He remains still as he looks the once prideful God up and down." You're dead. There's no point in killing what's already dead." He says as he seathes his massive sword and crosses his arms." I seen you die. How Kratos broke your neck. Watching thoes pretty eyes fizzle out. Shame. I wanted to kill you all myself. But it seems the god of war did that himself."

The soulless white eyes of Garm shifted slightly as he walks over to a rock and sits on it. Each step rocking the ground slightly as he taps his fingers. Now that the watcher of Asgard was dead he wasn't a target anymore. At least as long as he didn't paint himself as one as he licked blood from his lips and stretched his arms." I never thought the likes of you would wind up here. I suspected someplace beyond your understanding."