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[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

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

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in the breadth between replies, he'd simply watched the dragoness - felt that strange pang of relief that he'd found out hers like him, others who'd understand and then that same small warmth that seemed to accompany this particular one - he wasn't sure what or why he seemed so drawn to her, drawn to engaging in conversation where usually he'd simply be polite but distant - in truth perhaps the other godly beings also helped ease him into being here.

He never made such connections with mortal's these days - it hurt too much in the inevitable even if the memories with his friends were good, they all were tinged in sadness.

So yes Tanglewood suited him, with its climate of war and the fellow deities that seemed to wander here under some strange magnetic force.

At her reply is smile would grow with amusement that same light dancing in usually cold eyes with his agreement "Indeed" no, for sure he'd never met anyone quite like Amunet - and he didn't think he ever would.

He watched her circle and listened quietly with a nod here and there - Hm, troubled beginnings perhaps but then this clan seemed to be the definition of trouble didn't it? - though his smile shifted slightly with sympathetic sadness - no, it might indeed be a place to live, but that didn't make it home...he could agree there,

Home for war was a battlefield, home for Fenrisulfr was in the heat of a battle with his siblings at his back - with those he loved, always at his back and by his side,

But that was a long time ago and now he wasn't sure where home was - oh his father was still out there but his siblings were gone, their home and their empire, were long since dust after everything that had happened,

He hoped they weren't dead - he couldn't bear thinking of their still forms lying in some desolate wasteland somewhere, never put to rest, no, no, they were fine, he couldn't think otherwise-

But, it was true

He didn't have a home anymore, he didn't know if he'd find one here - alone or with someone beside him again.

He was brought out of his musings by her wing nudging his side - realising now he'd been staring off into space with those little ruminations but he caught her question and inclined his head, well, he was naturally not inclined to talk much about himself, something that whispered fiercely that voicing said knowledge would come back to hurt him,

But strangely,

Strangely he knew he could trust Amunet with whatever she asked to know, something about his fellow god told him he could innately trust her - so the war wolf cocked his head and mused in a measured tone "Hm, well that could cover many topics, what would you wish to know?".

oof I tried, also lmao I'm so bad at describing myself it bleeds into my chars |D

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

#psychosocial.