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@grailedvanirian Starter call ( x ).

A long sigh fell from the woman’s lips, her arms falling from their locked stance, allowing the bow to fall along with them. Every muscle in her upper body ached, sweat nearly completely drenching her shirt. It was her idea to partake in this training, but she hadn’t quite realized how difficult of a task it would be.

“Freya... I know I’m the one who wanted to do this, but do you have to go so hard on me? Isn’t there a beginner level?”

[grailedbeast]

@grailedvanirian

"What do you want?" Fenrir smelled it. It was no illusion. The air was abundant of divinity. She reeked-- the woman emitted a scent so alluring. It made him silently hurl. He had no intention to approach the Gods of his time or play house and pretend with them. It was no secret that he loathed them with every fiber of his being. That knowledge shouldn't be above her in any way. He raised his head to meet her glance, his golden eyes glowing with unrelenting opposition. The Goddess shouldn't threaten his comfort. "Tread lightly, little Goddess. I am hungry."