i'm the devil in gucci | open + theatrics

[Luciferr]

FENRISULFR

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

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Fenrisulfr after a night of patrolling was rather tired and this the war God was or had been looking forward to dozing most of the morning away before waking early afternoon and continuing about his own voices.

Obviously given the way the morning was going, his hope sere being dashed as a loud demanding voice outside his own abode woke the wolf beast from his light doze, having just gotten comfortable.

Figures,

He squinted into the shrouded darkness of his room - he'd decorated it a tad, but it still looked Spartan but a key feature had been dark fabric to block out the outside world, for wouldn't the son of a God of darkness find it more appealing, heh - groggy eyes blinked unsure if the shout had been real for a moment but the following complaint proved the theory true.

He grimaced and talons scraped floorboards as his legs heaved him upwards and Fenris padded to the door looking outwards and squinting at the loud unfamiliar figure calling for their illustrious leader - half tempted to just turn back around and throw a pillow over his ears in a vain attempt to try and get back more sleep.

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

#psychosocial.