Long & Lost
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The moment the body that tethered his soul to this body died, the moment that heart ceased to pound in his chest Fenrir was in agony. The witch had warned him, warned him of the damage that could be done to his soul but he never though that day would come.
As if he was skinned alive, his body burned and the charcoal of what remained crushed into the finest powder.
Then golden eyes opened, vision blurred as his giant form shook in pain. The chains of Gleipnir pulled taunt as he writhed, soul being stitched back into place but with a red hot needle and thread.
The guards that stood watch jumping in alarm as they watched the beast show any signs of life for the first time in over a century.
Finally Fenrir fell quiet, laying his snout back into the dirt as his head pounded, passing out from the pain of it all.
