#fxnrisulfr

[ravietta]

A little painting practice after two months of animating. To prove myself I still remember how to do it :V

Also, a gift for @fxnrisulfr

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

“Who’re you?”

[thestaticghost]

fxnrisulfr started following you

hello

[rampxstreker-archived-blog]

angery fi imitates angery fen

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[ircnwccd]

The Chieftain moved slowly through the damp terrain underneath her feet. The paint on her face slowly became different from how it was originally meant to look, as rain trickled from leaf to leaf to then end down her features. Her soaking wet clothes meant little to Angrboda, who had hunted through worse weather for her people. If the Ironwood folk were hungry, there was nothing she would not do. But on that particular occasion, it was not simply game that was on her mind.

“Slowly”, she murmurred, “do not let them know we are here”. On her hands, the warrior woman carried a bow and arrow, but her attention was elsewhere: on the small cub accompanying her. Her pride and joy, Fenrisúlfr. Looking over her shoulder at him, her eyes shone with happiness. She would dutifully teach him the ways of her domain, who would be his too.

The Chieftain turned her attention towards the forest before them, observant to any noise. Soon enough, something caught her attention, and it was all she could have hoped for: a smallish roe deer. She knelt and turned to her son. Angrboda knew he had to be taught, but the maternal instinct that his birth brought her made her over protective of him. Still, the world could be unforgiving, and her son would be ready. “Are you afraid, skatten min?”

[alydris]

“I’m not afraid of you.” Alaror wasn’t sure what this thing that had silenced the forest was, but she couldn’t afford fear. Not alone, as she was. Instead, her grip tightened on her bow, while she notched an arrow as quietly as she could. Be strong, Ala had been taught, hide your weaknesses. So she did, her face imperceptibly calm, as she scanned the trees. “You can come out.” 

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[ivakir]

@fxnrisulfr​ from here (x) 

    “Hideous? Who asked you?” Fenrir frowned, turning around to see who was talking, head tilted. “No one asked you, so please keep your opinions to yourself” rolling his eyes and pushed the shirt he had been looking at over the stranger.

“Suits you better then. Buy it.”

"If your plan is to look like a walking fashion catastrophe, then come on, I won't bother you," the witch rolled her eyes. That always happened when she just wanted to sincerely help someone.

Ivakir looked at the shirt and immediately turned away, somehow proudly. It could be seen from her the expression on her face that she wouldn't use this shirt even as a rag.

"Try this one, this one," thin hand pointed to another shirt that hung very close. "It suits your face," she added with toothy grin.

[jxrmungand]

@fxnrisulfr | Plotted

         Asgard.

Jörmungandr never thought he'd see the accursed realm again, but that was precisely where the passageway between the realms he'd found took him. Stumbling down a few feet of a hill and barely managing not to run into any of the trees. Almost as quick as he turned to go and he felt the charm he'd bespelled warm where it rested against his chest.

    Fen, Hel, are you here?

The worst part of being the first to be thrown from the realm was that he hadn't a clue where either of his siblings had ended up. He knew better than to hope they hadn't too been torn from their parents.

Avoiding the capital and larger cities best he could, he passed through villages only to listen to the whispers. He wrapped the cord of the charm around his wrist instead, allowing him to hold it to better gauge the changes. Too far this way or that. But the whispers of a wolf so large that had been bound by the Aesir, the stupid stories he heard told to children to get them to mind, only spurred him further on his venture.

    It has to be you, Fen.... Doesn't it?

An island, they'd said. Well, crossing water was hardly difficult, though the serpent still avoided taking a form even estimating the second one natural to him as breathing. No, a small water snake sufficed, and as soon as he was on land he transformed back into a man. The charm warmed further on his palm before he finally pocketed it to make the last of the journey on his own. He’d likely need his hands for balance to maneuver the jagged terrain, so out of place from the realm he’d seen so far. Determined as ever, he started his trek to scour every inch of the rocky land if he must to find his brother.