Desreal: to the savage, from the godslayer;

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“ Death is the only god that comes when you call. ”
- Roger Zelazny

Father always said I had something for danger; it was when I left him alone to explore Andarin, it was there when I tormented Betrayal since I was a filly, it was there when I stalked Kurai because he was pretty and I liked his face.

But the truth is, I have never found something to be afraid of. Not even lightning, that bursts and sparks around us like an invisible entity, brushes against my skin somewhere between pleasure and pain, is enough to make me recoil. I know that, by virtue of the elements, I should.

I was never very good at obeying orders.

They say you’ve named yourself the Savage, I smile, as the wind speaks for me; I can hardly remember my own voice, how it sounded. Now, it’s always the winter, the winds, the cold. I wonder why?

I suppose that one day my actions will catch up with me and I’ll break. But then, why not? We live in expectation of death, don’t we? I might as well play with it while I can.

Mm, lightning.

I hear you’ve left Solira, too, of course, he will probably see where I’m getting from – there is a responsibility I have to my kingdom and I can see a sore spot when Ozymandias left (alas, my poor Oz, I miss him too; we never got a chance to meet properly). But that doesn’t matter. Are my sources correct?

I won’t lie. There is a good dose of personal curiosity there, too. But then, never be it said I can’t mix work and play properly, aye?

FENRISULFR
an axe age, a sword age, shields will be cloven;
a wind age, a wolf age, ere the world sinks.