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"It hurts," Fandral groaned.
My muse is being held hostage and is being experimented on. Send me “What have they done to you?” for my muse’s response to yours finding them shackled and chained in a small room.
Send “It hurts” for our muses roles to be switched
The door was already off its hinges as he walked into the room, kneeling close to the man. “I know the feeling. You’re going to be alright.. I promise! I’ll get you out of here..” He tried to sound convincing. Breaking in here hadn’t been subtle and he was sure more guards would be on their way.
"Are you a werewolf too?"
“Not exactly no..” He stared at the stranger intently, unsure of him.
Long & Lost
-continued from here-
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.
⚠
My muse is being held in solitary confinement and hasn’t seen anyone for weeks. Send ⚠ to find them.
The soft footsteps made him open his eyes, any sound gave him miserable hope. It was an uplifting break from the constant silent static but on the other hand he knew he would never see the person walking by his cell. It had begun with joking, then pleading till the wolf ended up screaming for days.
Now he was catatonic, voice so hoarse if he was to say anything it was intelligible. That was why when the lock gave a loud click to his oversensitive ears and the metal creaked at the hinge as it was opened Fenrir jumped like a whipped dog. Covering his eyes as the light blinded him as a whimper escaped him.
If my muse went missing, what is your muse's reaction?
He had tracked her scent for weeks till it went cold. After finding her store in shambles and blood trailing out the back he had sprung into action. Hunting and searching for Penelope but to know avail.
So here he stood, the store still a mess but he began tidying it up, picking up the beautiful charms from the floor and sweeping the broken glass away. She was just another person he had let down and he would have to live with the fact that he didn’t protect her like he was supposed to.
“Pushing back deeper be began to chuckle through the kiss, “you are my weakness Ash, and you certainly know how to use it..” Holding her close he pressed again for another relaxing into her scent.