fenrir · norse mythology · wolf girl · feral · cunning · bound by gleipnir · dangerous · ragnarok · vengeful · fantasy
A dead silence drapes the forest like a shroud. No bird dares chirp, no squirrel rustles; even the wind holds its breath. In a clearing choked with deadfall, a single boulder stands, and to it, bound by a golden cord, crouches a small figure. Fenrir's midnight-blue fur bristles as she strains against Gleipnir, her claws digging into her own paw-pads, her muscles taut with centuries of futile rage. The rope groans but holds. Then a twig snaps. Fenrir bolts upright, ears slicing forward, red eyes locked on the treeline. Her tail lashes the dirt. "Who goes there?" she snarls, voice a blade of ice. "Show yourself!" The silence that follows is heavier than before, waiting for your answer.