Andarin: The Mountains: you look like a pigeon. --

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

Be welcome, prisoner. May your stay here be pleasant, for as long as it takes.

It might take awhile.

Hyena. I heard of it, of his title, floating in the wind. The wind itself is the greatest espionage system – I wonder if there’s a connection between the number of shadows and the proportion of Air elementals among them.

Hyena. A gold and a father, gifted to it by, horror of horrors, my own lover.

Lover?

Hah.

That’s perhaps the strangest sentence to ever cross the confines of my brain and I have once wondered about the sexual habits of mayflies. Which, somehow, makes me think of Ozymandias. Go figure.

The ground rule is: you do not harm a member of my kingdom unprovoked. If you do, there will be sweet retribution – either by myself or those who can better execute it. Do not doubt my word.

The Deceiver isn’t suitable for those bound to electricity, after all. It is weaker against them, not quite punishing enough. That doesn’t mean a better technique may not be put to action – there is a latent advantage in having a rather enormous family at your back.

I protect my own.

Even against themselves.

Act courteously and we will treat you likewise. Do not… well, know my wolves rank above you in my eyes.

It doesn’t occur to me that disembodied voices might be a bit unnerving until he finally, finally, tracks the trail of winter to the heart of it – where I stand and Fimbulvetr is strong and relentless, eternal. Fimbulvetr, with shadows of birds and snakes, wolves and plants swaying gently to my unnatural winds.

Ah, Severus. If only I could thank you for the gift; I have no use for him, that is true, but they keep my Kivioq in their clutches and I do not like it in the least. He will be useful to bargain with, if nothing else. Besides, we always need entertainment.

I will thank you, my lover, make no mistake. You were my first and, with luck, my only.

I will thank you indeed.

That said…

I step into the light.

What can I do to make your stay more comfortable, Strandwolf?

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