//art by Monstatron

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇Ó𝐋!

So Toothgnasher is the male. He's more timid. More cuddly. Teethgrinder is female. She has the personality of a machine gun.

The man suddenly became both familiar- and distant, when the hammer grew into his hand. A beautiful piece of craftsmanship engraved in runes, as he stares up to check with Heimdall for a lack of human life in his trajectory.

The rainbow glints a positive, and with a flick of his wrist, the ~>

Somewhere, a Baby Yak passed. In the comfort of the night, by his mother.

His spirit awakens in Folkvangr.

The giant man, clad in elegant, if anachronistic blue tunics, stares at him through red locks, snickering softly.

"Ðraugr. Can happen sometimes. Imagine a zombie on steroids.

Oft if one fails to bury a wicked man, too. Happens a lot in New York."

Stole this from some elven looking fellow.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖘.