𝐼’𝓂 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃!
⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹
𝓤𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮
Plaga
⋆˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
𝐼𝒟
C2
⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹
Fritjof didn’t seem interested in the conversation at all, despite the other two of the serps exchanging quite an interesting conversation together… if you look past it being not concerning what’s “important” and “worth of time” of Fritjof’s. He pretended he listens vigorously though in reality, it all seemed so down-to-earth that he found it almost pathetic. How could they think of what to eat, how the weather is or how… scary the whole rune arise events are. Seriously? The serpent just rolled his eyes furtively and lowered one of the jet-black, obsidian-like claws and gently, almost playfully twirled it around his orb’s surface.
⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹
It was the only thing that understood him, wasn’t it? Blood red as the moon up in the sky, like the light of fire runes, like…his own eyes. Delightful. And it was even more delightful now, when almost as if received a command it just lit up with the most ferocious fire a serp could see and pleasantly warmed the Thief’s hands not even daring to burn them. Not as if the flames even stood a chance to the scales of a fire element dragon, but nonetheless Fritjof decided to just sit there and enjoy the calm cracks and sparks coming from them, intertwined with a whisper or two for his ears only…
But suddenly, the orb turned back to the dormant state, just to become cold as a stone once again. His tail twitched from surprise when he heard his name being spoken, but anyhow the bunny resting on it remained to be almost untouched as he managed to catch it with a single move of his hind leg.
⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹
“Hey, Fritjof!” - the black-scaled dragon shuddered, bracing for the worst. No, he is not gonna small talk with y-
“And you? How do you feel about this all? The portal and-“ - the one with a nature element tilted their head, trying to engage him into the whole thing too. Oh, yeah…
His mouth twisted in a sly smile while he regained his calm facade. His hand caressing one of the bunnies that found its place between his fingers, asking for a nice head pat.
“Nothing of your concern, fellow…” - he said innocently, stretching his spine lazily and resting his sight on the orb. “It will sure not be one of yours when I’ll take… care of it. That’s all I have to say.”
「 ✦ Fritjof ✦ 」
(“Thief of peace” in Old Norse)
𝒲𝒶𝓁𝒹 — 𝓱𝓮/𝓲𝓽/𝔁𝓮/𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 — 𝓣𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
“ 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔶𝔭𝔰𝔢! ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢”
✦ — — ✦ — — ✦
thrσw us αwαч líkє α stαck σf σld pαpєr
lєαrn nσt frσm σur scrαwls
clσsє чσur єαrs tσ σur rαntíngs αnd cσmє αgαínst us
flєх чσur hσσkєd clαws αnd sníff líkє α dσg αt thє stєnch σf σur dєcαчíng mínds
dístrust thє dєcєítful mαth σf σur pєríshíng єчєs run αwαч frσm thє phthísíckч pαst
✦ — — ✦ — — ✦
𝒜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 —
𝓟𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓯𝓯 —
тнє ηєω мσση вяιηgєяѕ —
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