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It should’ve felt like the bottom of his face detached, fortunately the blow was adjusted enough for his vision to flash white.

A manifestation of the hunt incarnate was before him, as the distance between them dwindled with agonizing surety.

#𝗔𝗛𝗝𝗜𝗡 / #𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪.
July 3, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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His throne was a cairn of cracked helms, his court, the hush before impact. He strode the Nine like a war-chant, bridging Midgard to Asgard with the heel of his wrath.

Thor, breaker of staves,
splitter of sky, 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 of the storm’s
spine. He did not reign.

He resounded.
April 19, 2025 at 7:46 AM
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Beneath the fathomless black sky, where stars dared not shine, the wilderness was a canvas of bleached silence, stretched taut and blanketed in eternal snow.

Amidst this alabaster sea of solitude stood the stoic wrath of 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲, a shadow among shadows, a living scar upon the landscape.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM
And so, with the certainty of a predator who knew no other way, he began to move—silent as the storm, as inevitable as the ice that would soon claim this place.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM
The forest whispered its secrets to him in a language only he could decipher. South. The winds carried the message, a pull, an unspoken command woven into the very pulse of the land.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Creatures of the woodlands sang their nocturnal hymn, a symphony of survival, oblivious to the ghost that walked amongst them.

Logan paused, his breath clouding
the night air, his instincts
sharpening as they always did.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM
The world beyond was a concert of contrasts: the eerie stillness of the mountains wrapped in an unyielding winter’s grasp, punctuated only by the occasional stirrings of life.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Moonlight —— slivers of pale, mournful light
slipped between the dead boughs above, casting fractured patterns upon his furred shoulders, as if the heavens themselves hesitated to fully illuminate the creature below.

His ears flicked, a brief, sharp tremor beneath the thick fur.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM
Beneath the fathomless black sky, where stars dared not shine, the wilderness was a canvas of bleached silence, stretched taut and blanketed in eternal snow.

Amidst this alabaster sea of solitude stood the stoic wrath of 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲, a shadow among shadows, a living scar upon the landscape.
April 16, 2025 at 4:02 PM