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I’ve tried making a comeback here but it’s just not working. I’m feeling the same feeling of dread logging in over here as I did on Fenrir’s old blogs, but I don’t want to give this ass up. The plan is to completely reset Fenrir: drop all drafts I owe, new URL, new theme. If anyone wants to continue a certain thread we have, IM me to let me know.
This blog is now an archive.
I've tried making a comeback here but it's just not working. I'm feeling the same feeling of dread logging in over here as I did on Fenrir's old blogs, but I don't want to give this ass up. The plan is to completely reset Fenrir: drop all drafts I owe, new URL, new theme. If anyone wants to continue a certain thread we have, IM me to let me know.
This blog is now an archive.
evilscrown:
her eyes rise then, an arch to her brow as she watches him in silence. regina can see the distaste in his eyes, the way her call has offended him and though she is not one for apologies, one lies on the tip of her tongue. she swallows it though, choosing instead to simply exhale a sigh. ❛ – – – i don’t recall accusing you of anything, wolf. ❜ her ire is evident in the tone of her voice. where as before, she had been quite content, sitting curled in to the corner of her sofa, feet tucked beneath her rear – now she is annoyed.
❛ i wanted you close, but now… ❜ pettiness and bitterness purse her lips as she lowers her hand and cools. ❛ go back to your brooding, fenrir. ❜
Tempestuous eyes gave pause in their storm, the furrow betwixt dark brows less violent, less pronounced with the simple claim. Too quick to judge, the god had assumed the worst of Regina -- a most grievous sin, where she alone stood by him and did not wish to see him killed or disappeared for the sake of continued life -- but only now was it the worst he received.
(Not the worst he had seen -- the bloody glory of hands wet with red gore, thick meat and beating heart clenched and crushed to ash and dust, all delicious and intoxicating, euphoric to the most hateful soul -- but the worst of this tamer sort. Curse the Charmings and flay their souls for deeming his queen, rightfully, a danger, forcing her vicious flames into a dimmer, restrained ember.)
A vicious snarl left wildfire lips at Regina’s slur. Fenrir was no mere wolf, useless without a pack and timid in the face of fire, but the greatest of wolves: a god among bleak-minded sheep, a terror upon the realms! Enraged thoughts howled to bite, to lash out, to rip and to tear at one who so openly reduced him to a worthless husk, but the song of the heart was quick to stem the fiery tide. Instead, teeth were bared, sharp and wet with hunger, eyes flashed with bitter rage, and the wolf spat out a coarse growl.
“I ain’t no borin’ fuckin’ wolf, Your Majesty.” Fenrir snarled, low and burning in his maw. “I’m the fuckin’ God Wolf, and I’m fuckin’ sick of playin' to those snúningslaus þörmum minna fjandinn strákur straumar!”
1, 2, 3, 4, or 5?
When speaking as a wolf, Fenrir deviates towards physical speech rather than telepathic, although he is capable of both. His vocal cords exist in a constant state of flux to be capable of producing both lupine sounds and human words, and so Fenrir’s voice tends to possess a layered quality, as though two different voices -- one deep like the bowels of Hel, and his usual voice and accent -- are speaking at once. The best example of this can be found here.
Along with producing physical speech, Fenrir finds it amusing how humans and other species react to a monstrous wolf speaking. To this end, he also moves his jaw to better accentuate the fact he is physically speaking.
evilscrown:
❛ fenrisûlfr. ❜ his name on her tongue, spoken softly under breath – even to a god, it is terrifying. her eyes linger on his form, a single brow raised in question, and she holds out her hand. it hovers between them, palm upward and fingers gently curled – a silent command beckoning him closer.
STARTER CALL // @howlteeth
The Queen summons, but Destruction only watches. Love her though Fenrir did, some large part of his soul, his arrogant and prideful spirit, rebuked at so simple a summons. He was no hound to be called to heel, no pup to be yoked on a fine steel chain and tugged to line, all spirit broken and will beaten out. A god did not bow for anyone, even she who so tenderly held his heart.
His was not an entirely obstinate motion. Though he remained as he was, arms folded and face glowering at any neither he nor her, dark eyes did flick to Regina and soften at the edges where rage and fury played.
“Haven’t done shit, ‘gina.” the wolf spoke. Oh, but how desperately he desired to; to break free of the yoke and chain held by their simple child, to tear and to rip and to devour those who thought themselves above him all but for their bravery. Fenrir leant closer then, body turned to face the queen entirely. “What is it?”
I’m in love with my anger / my war-won body / tense and vicious.
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as you’ve probably noticed, activity here has been slim to none and that’s mostly because i’ve been on my multimuse. in light of this: Fenrir is no longer my ‘main’ blog, but i’m not abandoning him. rather, he’s becoming intensely selective and private -- i’ll still be writing on here, but it will be sporadic, intermittent, and mostly with people i’ve plotted with or my friends. i’ll be updating my rules to reflect this (and maybe getting back to my thor!)
“What’s done is done.” Cataclysmic, a divisive view to stir up the soul and beat fear into an aching heart. No hope was spared from Fenrir’s maw, no secret cavern where light could dwell, untouched by the beast. Eos struggled and whimpered on, dragging a burnt carcass on the winds of butchered kings and flammable heroes; the Six could intervene, nurturing their precious planet as the cradle of life and hope, but none would save an unworthy rock from the great wolf’s claws. Slicking blood coating his fingers, the beast whipped his hand away for a moment, sending a shower of sticky blood-rain to cling like desperate babes to too-green grass. Eventually all would burn, but none would do so whilst Ardyn sought his fool’s plan.
“You got a problem with that, sunshine? Or’s that look on your face a permanent addition?”
@sacrivice liked for a song-based starter rules of nature - metal gear rising ost
malevolentqueen:
❛ i can hear you, ❜ she can feel him too. the growl in his throat, the vibration in his chest ; it is comforting, a pleasing sound that will draw a smile regardless of it’s intent. but it is, in this moment, irritating. ❛ fárea, mime mel ❜
@howlteeth ; fenrisûlfr
A clever retort balanced on the wolf god’s lip. Hedged behind teeth and sense, it yearned for sarcasm’s embrace -- oh good, your hearing’s working -- in it’s dark and twisted ways, but she held no place in lupine poison’s world. Dark and devilish though they both were, crafted monsters made to haunt the dreams of folk and child, they were no monsters to the other. The rumble of Fenrir’s growl, low and shuddering to the earth, petered out, smudged to a temporary death upon a wicked tongue.
“Fjandinn mikið af þeim.“ came the answered growl, harsh and ragged with rage. Though the god could not claim to know all, exchanging nought at Mímir’s well for a taste of intimate knowing, two could play at the game of exchanged tongues and deceiver’s ways. “Ég ætla að þurrka gólfið með þeim.“
famewulf:
fraegdulfr ┋ starter-call
❝ Was she calling for YOU or me? ❞
Impish laughter rang from the young wolf’s throat, right into his brother’s ear as he tightened the HEADLOCK he held around him. Usually their mother went through a litany, stating each and every one of their names in succession: FENRIR, Fenris, Fenrisúlfr, Hróðvitnir, Vánagandr — today it was just the first.
❝ I don’t feel like going back just yet… Think she’ll get MAD if we stay here awhile longer? Actually, she’ll probably, definitely get mad, but what’s she gonna do? Sell us to those TROLL-WOMEN? ❞
“Have I developed psychic powers while I was unaware, bróðir?” Raw words made hoarse with the forearm at his throat bounded freely from the young wolf’s lips. Sarcasm aplenty was ever Hróðvitnir’s chosen sword, his blade pulled from vocabulary’s armory. Sharp and cutting though it was, the beast-child’s words were meant to distract; chin tucked into the crook of his brother’s elbow, scuffed hands seized around the other’s waist, the wolf’s head wrenching back and out of the hold as Hróðvitnir lofted his brother into the air, launching him back over his head and clattering to the ground with the effort.
“I believe she’ll be mad if she learned I beat you -- again!” Laughter bright and true thumped against the wolf’s breast, a knife-edged grin painted on his lips. “I’ve heard they pay well for the younger--” a taunt, a scramble over to cuff at his brother’s shoulder. “--you’ve more to fear than me!”
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As people will no doubt be aware of by now, i’ve been dealing with an emotionally abusive living situation involving my parent for over a year now. as of a few hours ago, that parent has completely cut me off financially and familially. while i’m relieved at the weight off my shoulders this estrangement brings, i’m now in even more of a precarious financial situation.
i’m a student at university, and while i do receive student finance, it does not even cover my rent (thanks George Osbourne). Currently I need to make an extra £30 a month to cover the deficit, and while my rent for next year’s home will be cheaper, I will still need to make around the same over the summer and on. With this estrangement, I also have two new expenses: my phone bill and my medication bill. The two together currently stand at around £50 a month, though I am hoping to get this reduced with edits to the contract. I am currently financially dependent on my father and grandmother, but with this estrangement I don’t know if my grandmother will continue supporting me. If she does not, I will be living on less than £15 a week. My father lives in another country and has his own house to maintain and my sister to keep – he cannot financially sustain me by himself. I’ve been applying for jobs, but everywhere wants experience with nowhere wanting to give it, so I am reopening commissions to help me afford food and my medication.
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