10-22-2017, 10:05 AM
<i>This is what you get for your curiosities.</i>
This faerie’s troubling little look, the wryness of her expression as she flicks a wave of magic over the gathering group that sweeps through with eerie accuracy; it all makes him uneasy right away. Chem’s teal eyes shut hard and suddenly the atmosphere, along with much more, morphs into something different entirely. <i>You had to watch her decorate, really? Look at you now, fool.</i> Well, he can’t, but he can feel it most certainly. He is hardly any smaller, but shaggier, and a bit more…carnivorous? He laughs aloud with nervousness bubbling through his amused chuckle. <i>If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, eh?</i> He stretches out to have a look at himself, compelled suddenly to extend his new front paws and unfurl his body behind him with a yawn.
Muscles find their place and bones restructure without pain as he settles with the sorcery that’s robbed him of his stallion form. With the reforming of his body, his mind follows; memories and emotions flooding violently and falling into his mind rapidly. His ankles ache, his ribcage, neck and muzzle feel tight, almost constricted. A recollection of shadowy figures and a twinkling golden chain, thin in appearance but what a clever trick it was… Fenrir growls and rage boils within his veins, froth forming at his snarling lips as he’s swallowed into his own memories of pain, betrayal & solitude. They tricked him and they bound him with their Dwarven chain, too strong for poor Fenrir – such a strong pup – to break from. They ensnared the poor wolf after they had raised and fed him through pup-hood. Gelipnir, this enchanted chain forged by the Dwarves was made of the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of mountains, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird… And Fenrir could not escape it. The metallic taste of Tyr’s blood coats his tongue as if it were seconds ago that he severed the God’s hand from its wrist socket. A wave of loneliness trickles down his spine as he throws his massive head back with a long, somber howl from deep within the cob-webbed chasms of his sordid heart.
The son of Loki & Angrboda will break free one day and have his revenge, he’ll have Odin’s head in his jaws when Ragnarok consumes the worlds.
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Chem has been changed into <a href=https://norse-mythology.org/gods-and-creatures/giants/fenrir/>Fenrir</a>, a giant wolf born of a giantess and Loki, the shape-shifting pseudo-God. According to Norse Mythology Fenrir was tricked and bound by the Gods with a magical chain then cast off somewhere to be lonely and kept far away from everyone because it had been predicted that all three of Loki's children would one day destroy everything - which did happen anyway.
Fenrir is a giant wolf, big teeth and stronger than anything from Aesir to Venir. His weakness is that he was able to be tricked and chained until the coming of Ragnarok when he finally broke free and went head-to-head with Odin, chief of the Gods, where he proceeded to eat him.
This faerie’s troubling little look, the wryness of her expression as she flicks a wave of magic over the gathering group that sweeps through with eerie accuracy; it all makes him uneasy right away. Chem’s teal eyes shut hard and suddenly the atmosphere, along with much more, morphs into something different entirely. <i>You had to watch her decorate, really? Look at you now, fool.</i> Well, he can’t, but he can feel it most certainly. He is hardly any smaller, but shaggier, and a bit more…carnivorous? He laughs aloud with nervousness bubbling through his amused chuckle. <i>If you don’t laugh, you’ll cry, eh?</i> He stretches out to have a look at himself, compelled suddenly to extend his new front paws and unfurl his body behind him with a yawn.
Muscles find their place and bones restructure without pain as he settles with the sorcery that’s robbed him of his stallion form. With the reforming of his body, his mind follows; memories and emotions flooding violently and falling into his mind rapidly. His ankles ache, his ribcage, neck and muzzle feel tight, almost constricted. A recollection of shadowy figures and a twinkling golden chain, thin in appearance but what a clever trick it was… Fenrir growls and rage boils within his veins, froth forming at his snarling lips as he’s swallowed into his own memories of pain, betrayal & solitude. They tricked him and they bound him with their Dwarven chain, too strong for poor Fenrir – such a strong pup – to break from. They ensnared the poor wolf after they had raised and fed him through pup-hood. Gelipnir, this enchanted chain forged by the Dwarves was made of the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the roots of mountains, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of a bird… And Fenrir could not escape it. The metallic taste of Tyr’s blood coats his tongue as if it were seconds ago that he severed the God’s hand from its wrist socket. A wave of loneliness trickles down his spine as he throws his massive head back with a long, somber howl from deep within the cob-webbed chasms of his sordid heart.
The son of Loki & Angrboda will break free one day and have his revenge, he’ll have Odin’s head in his jaws when Ragnarok consumes the worlds.
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<b>words: 398</b>
Chem has been changed into <a href=https://norse-mythology.org/gods-and-creatures/giants/fenrir/>Fenrir</a>, a giant wolf born of a giantess and Loki, the shape-shifting pseudo-God. According to Norse Mythology Fenrir was tricked and bound by the Gods with a magical chain then cast off somewhere to be lonely and kept far away from everyone because it had been predicted that all three of Loki's children would one day destroy everything - which did happen anyway.
Fenrir is a giant wolf, big teeth and stronger than anything from Aesir to Venir. His weakness is that he was able to be tricked and chained until the coming of Ragnarok when he finally broke free and went head-to-head with Odin, chief of the Gods, where he proceeded to eat him.
