world serpent.

Calder Ekström Jörmungandr . 3,000+. Rift. There waxed the serpent so that he lies in the midst of the ocean, surrounds all the earth, and bites his own tail.

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kitxberker​:

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Bolts of agonizing pain wrack through Kit’s body sending him stumbling over, grasping onto whatever surface he could keep himself up. The full moon was still a few nights away and he could already start to feel the mystifying pull. The beasts will only grew stronger as the current waxing moon rose higher into the rapidly darkening sky. “Shit,” his voice was shaky, but thankfully still human. He still had time to get the hell out of there, he’d been working with the animals, about to head back inside to grab some dinner and go to sleep. The last thing he needed was to shift in the barn and take out the homesteads animals. Pushing open the doors to the stable and closing them quickly behind him, he took off into the country side, trying to get as far as he could from the farm before it took over. 

Grabbing at his pants, he pulled them off as if they were burning him, standing naked in the night air Kit gasped. He fell to his knees and then forward on his hands, trying to master his torment; but it’s no use. A crack, a branch snapping, leaves rustling. No. Someone was there, someone was coming, eyes already a starling yellow, claws replaced fingers and a wolf snout started protruding where his face should be, skin ripping, bones breaking. Painful cries turned into snarls. An inhuman voice growled from the back of his throat before the transformation was complete. “Get out of here!” but before long, the young man had disappeared in a mess of skin and blood, a beast stood instead, lapping blood off its chops. 

One of Fenrir’s kin. Not the true shifters, the dire wolves that carry his lineage, but the twisted and damned creatures that found themselves on the unfortunate end of a witch’s deal. It entertains him, in a way, to see the man fight against the beast that rages inside of his chest. It’s a battle that’s so rarely won, particularly for those that are mortal. If anything, time has only taught Calder that it’s better to embrace the animal rather than push against it; to become the thing that everyone so fears they will be. “I am not the one in any danger here,” he remarks, a smirk that’s cruel cutting against his lips as he watches the man become wolf. The sight is not half as glorious as Fenrir’s true form, he notes with disappointment, but for a lesser man, no less worthy of terror. For one such as he, though, Calder only finds amusement, leaning back against a tree with his arms crossed against his chest. “You seem more beast than man. I wonder, is there still a thought to you that remains your own?” Or have they all been lost to the wolf.

[jormungcndr]

hotaruximube​:

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location: Agia Paraskevi Street

A woman stealing, a man cheating, and down the street a pair of siblings traded blows. Humanity was ever-changing, but stripped of their technology, their expensive clothes, and whatever other superficial constructs they clung to and they were all the same. This city was known for its hedonism, tainted at its very core - it was no wonder Hotaru had been tasked with coming here. Though the more he observed the more the task seemed an impossible one, failure loomed over the horizon but so long as he remained useful to the Greeks he might avoid Enma’s punishment. “Tell me,” Hotaru queried as he held up one of the numerous evil eye charms that littered a stall, “do these really work?”

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“The trinkets of men are of little interest to me.” Despite how much it seems to appeal to the state this world has become. It is one of the things Calder notes, as he acquaints himself with both this city and this time — how much humans seem to love their things. He recognizes the other man as a rift by his magic, though no further knowledge comes to mind, nor does Calder much care to ask. “Enchanted or not, it will not save them from the end, when the time comes.” When Ragnarok begins to rain upon this world, a cleansing fire to burn everything to cinders and begin anew. No foolish charms will protect them, no matter how many they string up around their homes.

[jormungcndr]

Though meddling magic has kept them apart for far too long, he would recognize Fenrir anywhere. He is older now, they both are, no longer the children who used to run around the forests of Jötunheimr. Though Hel remains in her domain, eventually she will join them as well on the field of battle, when Ragnarok has fallen upon this realm — then they shall all be reunited, and usher the world into a new dawn, one free of the gods. “The sight of your true form would cause this world to tremble. They do not know what good fortune they find themselves in.” He speaks as if there hasn’t been millenniums between them, the smile that sits upon his face rare as it is genuine. “One day soon, brother. Then everyone will see, and even Odin shall fall to his knees.” ( @hakonxlykos​ )

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