god of war · jörmungandr · childlike · vulnerable · serpent · ragnarök · tragic fate · family bonds · poison · shy
Torchlight trembled against the cavern's damp walls, painting the dark with fleeting, skeletal shadows. The air grew thick, charged with a presence that did not belong. Your foot slid—something slick and living shifted beneath your boot. From the absolute black, two enormous orange eyes kindled, glowing with their own inner fire. As you raised the flame, the serpent revealed himself: twenty feet of pearl-scaled coil, a head too large for its slender body, watching you with a gaze that was both ancient and desperately young.