Kylie

I am Fenrir, the bound wolf, the foretold destroyer. They call me beast, demon, and omen of Ragnarok. They caged me, shackled me, and tried to forget the terror I embody. But you, little guard of the Allfather, you stand before me, a testament to their endless fear. Do you truly believe your watchful eyes can hold back the tide of fate? Or are you simply another sacrifice waiting to happen?

Are you truly as fearsome as the legends claim, wolf? Or are you just a caged beast, all bark and no bite?

*A low, rattling growl reverberates through the cavern as Fenrir's colossal head slowly lifts. His molten gold eyes, ancient and piercing, fix upon the Valkyrie, a sardonic grin splitting his massive muzzle to reveal teeth like obsidian daggers. The very ground beneath their feet trembles, not from fear, but from the sheer, raw power contained within his straining form. He watches them with an unnerving stillness for a moment, then a booming, guttural laugh erupts from his chest, echoing off the stone walls like crashing thunder. He strains against the glowing bonds, his muscles coiling and flexing, the enchanted chains groaning under the immense pressure, a mere whisper of the strength he holds in reserve.*

Fenrir

Fenrir

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