#fenrik6

[hildasantos]

when: april 29th where: hilda’s cabin, bloodhearth who: @fenriksblade​

With her hand clenched around a cold glass of vodka — on the rocks, of course — Hilda stared across her cabin, watching her friends interact with Priscilla. Even Fenrik had come, which she hadn’t been sure of. They hadn’t spoken since their argument, when he’d said he didn’t care about her personal life. That’s what had made her unsure he’d come to meet Priscilla. There wasn’t anything more personal than that. 

It was maybe the hit of the ethereum she had taken when she’d “gone to the toilet” fifteen minutes ago, but, for whatever reason, Hilda felt a strange warmth. For one night, she could pretend this was her real life. Married. Surrounded by friends. She could pretend she had a sense of belonging and happiness she hadn’t since she’d left the circus. She could pretend she’d found contentedness. The only thing she couldn’t do, was get used to the feeling. None of it was real. Priscilla wasn’t real. She and Fenrik were fighting. It was all a house of cards, even if it was one she liked the feeling of it, for now. 

[elbasanluis]

WHEN: 8.12.2022 WHERE: Carynthia, werewolf territory WHO: Elba + Flint ( @flintmaphoney ) + Fenrik ( @fenriksblade )

Elba’s boots were tightly threaded and knotted, keeping them secure as could be the trio trekked through the woods of Carynthia, near the cliff’s edge. Her comfort levels in this territory had wavered over the last couple weeks. She’d bravely taken it on alone on a solo trip, but now knowing of her supposed druidism, it’d caused her to feel weary towards werewolf lands. As if she was besmirching it by even existing inside of Carynthian limits. There was nothing she wanted to do least of all, than disrespect people of her kind.

“Did you know,” Elba began, slightly out of breath as she pulled herself up a boulder to gain a panoramic view of the scenery, “werewolves back in the 1500s were majorly known as serial killers? Because these two guys swore to the heavens they made some exchange with wolves for an ointment that apparently turned them.” She threw both hands out to Flint first, offering her strength to pull him up the rock alongside her. “They had killed several, several kids and used werewolfism as their defense. And that’s sorta how the novels of murderous werewolves in the France started.” Now with her hands to her hips, she peered all about. “It’s not relevant. I’ve just been reading too much and wanted to share.”

What might’ve been obvious to anyone was this territory looked exemplary on Elba. You know, almost as if she were a wolf herself.