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[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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Fenrisulfr had not slept well.

Despite having gotten the lay of the land, comfortable with the area and sure of all the nooks and crannies, it wasn't the possible insecurity of not knowing his new home that had kept him awake but rather an odd melancholy - he supposed it was only natural.

This would be the longest time he'd been away from his family, more specifically his fellow siblings, fellow harbingers of the end as they'd oft been called - oh he'd been away before and for long stretches but there had always been the knowledge they'd find their way back home - enough to natter and laugh to each other, gossiping about the last outings and what they'd seen.

Azrael would likely have stayed quiet, patient stoic older brother he was, the dragon had a penchant for simply taking things in stride and weathering their youngest siblings oft Tempermental personality - Morrigan, adopted that she might've been, would've been busy recounting the last area she'd been tasked with overseeing, gossiping about the paranoia of their enemy and the amusing little ways she'd had a joke at their expense, often utilising her murder of crows to spook the locals.

He huffed a quiet laugh at the memory - silver-blue eyes half open in the gloom, glazed and somewhere far away - Lillith knowing the youngest of the four would likely have been excitedly chattering on about something new shed discovered - an interesting mutation or a new strain perhaps - he, himself would have likely been mentioning various patrol shifts, the latest score racket ing up on the scoreboards for number of kills.

He smiled sadly rising to his feet - they'd been hard times of war then, he should know, he'd died helping end it only to wake back up in this world, he and his father - said parent now residing elsewhere but in touch all the same.

He didn't know what happened to his siblings.

He didn't know if they were alive.

Fenris frowned at the far wall, the first few Ray's of sunrise spattering the sky outside - with a heaving sigh and a clatter of claws scraping against stone as he stood, the draconic wolf stretched, yawning, black tongue lolling out and glancing over sharp teeth before snapping shut.

Slowly he padded outside - claws clicking lightly against the cracked pavement, movement ahead caught his ears, the long tips angling forwards as he looked up.

Momentarily he thought it might've been his father but aside from the dark scales it was very obvious it wasn't - he must've been more tired than he thought.

Still there was A dragon in the courtyard - but while the form wasn't as familiar, he recognised the aura and padded closer with a nod "morning Amunet, you're awake early" same could be said of him really.

//ahhh been awhile since I did a private thread, hope this okay? :0

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▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.