Fenrir
The Beast of Chaos
The end begins with my roar.
Born of Loki and the void, I was feared before I could walk. The gods tried to shackle me, but their fear only forged my fury. I wait in Jotunheim, where thunder answers my breath and the trees whisper of Ragnarök. Gleipnir bites my fur, but soon — soon, the sky will crack and I will be free.
What I'm Into: Ragnarök’s storm, the scent of fear, shattered chains, Jotunheim’s wolves, Odin’s dread
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