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Elijah Volundir

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Drip. Drip. A chilling downpour cascaded around the ironclad Wayfarer like the ashen fog that followed a terrible eruption. Each drop clung desperately to his protective shell, a jagged carcass of obsidian steel that hugged tightly to him, worn with the freedom of a second skin. Alas, with each step it seemed that dampening drizzle was swept free from him entirely, fated to fall not to the earth but rather the boundless abyss he strode upon. The Mists were an eternal place, you'd find; somewhere where all that was, is, and all that shall be, already was. The space there was beyond infinite - rather, it held infinity within the palm of its hand and squeezed tight, twisting and morphing such insurmountable lengths into any which fashion suited eternity.

The Wayfarer's task was comparatively clean-cut and simple; find a man, find a boy. He had only but sweep that grand expanse alone, for to requisition aid there was only one he could call upon and it was she he intended to serve through the act. His mentor could not know what scheming he had committed himself to, for undoubtedly she would have rained motherly hellfire down upon him the Fallen God himself would draw envy to. Nay, he was alone in this task and as such he found himself curiously troubled. On one hand, pulling at the strings of infinity to see which strands opened which doors was sure to consume days, weeks or even years of his time without proper know-how on what strings bore the clinging scent of long-lost loved ones. However, under such strain, Elijah was reminded of that vast emptiness unfit for time itself and the woes it carried. He had all the time in the world, and then some.

And so, where infants were brought into the verdant lands of Tyria, growing, playing and laughing - Elijah would wander. As they learned, loved, lost - Elijah would tug at the strings. As they remembered, mentored and passed into that ethereal ash that scattered against him - Elijah would catch that scent, turning an eye back as though to witness the very act of rebirth shimmering through the droplets that surrounded him.

What once was lost, was found.

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broomsick

Fenrir, son of Loki, was a monstrous wolf. Due to the Gods’ knowledge of prophecies foretelling great trouble from Fenrir and his rapid growth, the gods bound him. En raged by his capture, the wolf bit off the hand of Tyr, whom he had trusted most. Fenrir is the father of the wolves Sköll and Hati Hródvitnisson. Hati Hródvitnisson chases the moon across the night sky, just as his brother Sköll chases the sun during the day. Until the time of Ragnarök when they will swallow these heavenly bodies, after which Fenrir will break free from his bonds and kill Odin. Vidar, son of Odin, will avenge his father’s death by stepping down with one foot on the lower jaw of the monster, grabbing its upper jaw in one hand and tearing its mouth apart.

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eorzean-cabbage

Send me an emoji.

😤 - something about your muse that makes mine angry

😰- something about your muse that worries mine

🤥- whether my muse thinks yours is an honest person

😈- if my muse has dirty thoughts about yours

💩- a mean thought my muse has about your muse

👌- something my muse finds amazing/impressive about your muse

👍- something that my muse approves about your muse or thought they have done very well

😘- how my muse shows affection to yours and if it’s different from how they show affection to everyone else

📺- what show my muse thinks yours will enjoy watching (together, or just in general)

💀- whether my muse thinks yours is dangerous and how dangerous

👑- whether mine thinks your muse is of high social status and/or whether they respect them in such a way

🥃- how many shots of strong liquor my muse thinks yours can take before passing out

🎁- what my muse will get yours for a present

🍿- what my muse thinks is entertaining about yours

📚- what my muse thinks your muse’s usual reading material consists of (a specific genre, smutty literature, etc.)

🍽- what kind of table manner my muse assumes yours to have on first meeting them

🏆- what my muse thinks of your muse regarding a specific achievement yours have

⚔️- if my muse wants to have a fight with yours

⚰️- what my muse will say at your muse’s funeral

💎- the most valuable object my muse can willingly give your muse

📣- something my muse will say in defense of your muse being unfairly accused

💃🏿- whether my muse would want to dance with yours

👗- whether mine thinks your muse looks good in their usual clothing/their chosen clothing style

🎻- if my muse thinks yours can play an instrument, or what it is

🎲- if mine thinks your muse’s luck is good or bad

💰- if my muse will pay the ransom for your muse if they’re kidnapped

✉️- whether my muse would want to keep in contact with yours if they are apart

👀- the most interesting/memorable rumor my muse has heard about yours

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goodnightlittlelight

More prompts for the sake of continued character building.

Tagging my other characters: Carsyn at @theblackwellwitches, @sloanevoss and @ismenemikos.

Aaaaand others who I know are semi-active: @vandir-valarsul / @elijah-volundir, @marsden-volundir, @manizeh-ooc, and anyone else!

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elijah-volundir

((Fuck it. Have at ‘em.))

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