#x. ull

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    In a whirl of soft powder snow, Ull showed up next to Oli. “Behold,” he said and held out a detailed, foot long ice sculpture, perfectly clear as glass, in the shape of nothing less than a penis with testicles. There was a crack in the middle of it. “the mighty weapon that beat Frej on his throne of summer and life.” He was joking. But he didn’t smile. Nor did his voice convey it was a joke. In fact, he sounded extremely serious. 

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lifts shirt to flash ull, winks.

He reaches out both hands to grab them tiddies. Doesn't even hesitate.

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open rp for mutuals!! plot suggestions: friend of ull, a lost traveller, an adventurer with a quest?!

The thunk of an arrow next to the person's head should have made anyone stop in their tracks. While the arrowhead was buried deep into a tree, a thin sheet of ice covered the shaft and feathers. This was a normal welcome in these parts of the woods, whether one was a friend or foe.

"State your business."

In a literal blink of an eye, Ull appeared in front of them a couple of meters away. He held a massive longbow in his hands but no quiver on his person. His voice conveyed no emotion just like his face. The threat of the arrow was enough.

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open rp!! a friend? partner? lover? devotee?

"You rang?" Ull appeared out of nowhere next to the person. The answer would be no - they had not called him, at least not consciously. He had decided to answer one of those brief thoughts that one barely noticed as they passed by like a soft breeze. Last week he chose to ignore the person's active "call". They were not the boss of him.

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for side//// @eddaborn Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars. 👀👀👀👀 ( for ullr ?? )

    Summer was always too hot for a creature of winter so it wasn’t an unusual sight to find Ull shirtless. The soft touch on his skin sent a shiver down his spine and made him look up from the piece of wood and knife he held in his hands. It had been whittled into the shape of a bear, now getting the details of fur. His movements stopped. 

    “Don’t.” Ull knew well what was under Angroboda’s fingertips on his back. Trauma and terrible events. Ribs that had been broken off from his spine with crude tools. His organs had been ripped out. They were the only scars he had and for whatever reason never seemed to fade, and they were not good.

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