I AM DRUNK AND ON A LADDER ☆ intro

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he wore no silver, was not burnished in gold,

But the figure that followed after the two was the colours of living flame and burnt metal - with only the hottest blue of fire for eyes - for he who stepped in tandem with Victory was called War and so did he bear the marks and burning scars of such worship and hardship.

But for all his fearsome appearance, War was but one side of a coin and though he was made for it - he knew how to be gentle, how to care and to protect for all Wars were fought to gain or to protect something - both at once depending on which side was which.

Fenris in all his nine foot size stooped down slightly, shoulders rising higher than his head as he approached, brushing up against Amunet - Victory, his better half in all things - with a rumble as firelit blue landed on the impossibly small gold and offered a small grin on features that looked like that should be impossible.

”Fenris Grimm-Ghana - Amunet’s other half” he hummed attempting to look less large and less frightening ”a pleasure to meet you, small one” his eyes briefly strayed to their third visitor Viera, the wolf offering a nod to her in greeting.