Meaning of (name): (the embracer) In Nordic mythology, name of the great dragon slain by Sigurd
Aliases: Date Found: October 24, 2016
Found: DroppedGive via PM:
The air is cool and damp, remnants of a storm not long past. A muscular stallion of a shadowy descent approaches you. His eyes a vivid pool of neon green. A pair of twisted horns upon his crown. He is staring at you contemplatively, barely a hint of pure emotion on his face. Nearby you can hear the flutter of wings and the squeak of a bat. When you turn to look, a familiar, his familiar, takes her place along a long, low hanging tree branch. She stares at you as well, an unreadable expression upon her brow.
"Is this her master?"
The stallion turns to regard his bat companion, face still unreadable. His presence is not ominous, but both of you know that he could break you with a flick of his hoof.
"I thought as much, my children should be here soon." she fluttered her wings to her side.
It was with a small nod and huff from his nostrils that he turned back to you. Just staring silently. Waiting. Just waiting. The air getting thick with a feeling of unease. Time becoming nothing more than a nuisance. The silence deafening.
It felt like forever that you two stood there, just looking at each other. Neither of you moving an inch. He was here for a purpose. Now if only his familiar's children would bring to them what he required. Luckily, it seemed that it wouldn't take but seconds longer. He could already smell them, and with them a new yet familiar smell.
With a crackle of twigs and leaves echoing around you two bats came fluttering your way,carefully pulling with them something precious. Within their claws was something you had not anticipated to see, your eyes widening.
They set it before you and flickered off to perch next to their mother, quietly watching you and their mother's master. The stallion nodded to them in silent thanks before looking back down at your tiny human form. Gathering himself to full height his gaze bore down on you intensely, not blinking, barely breathing.The order to you was clear. Fail him and/or his family and there would be retribution. He would find you. Intent made abundantly clear, he turned hoof and made his way back into the forest, melding into the shadows as if they were always a part of him.
Hallows Bane could feel your eyes searching from behind. A small smirk beginning to adorn his maw.
Yes, she was quite the proper choice. Him and his huntress had good taste.
Date of Maxing: Temper: Draconic (of or pertaining to dragons)
Breed: Gen 4
Breed Appearance: Demon/Batwing
Height: 15 hands
Personality: Fáfnir is his brother's keeper even though his brother Vanaheimr is older than him. It's like he exchanged the normal roles. His brother had a rough life because of their sister Fjola and her mate Asmodeus.
His strength comes from his intense love and loyalty to family. This leads to some conflict because Njola is his family, but also an enemy. He doesn't quite know where to put her in his mind. He doesn't trust her and he doesn't like her (though he loves her because she is his sister), but he couldn't say what he would or wouldn't do about it. She was family after all.
Fáfnir exudes a self-confident, fierce, and in-charge demeanor. Inside though, he's turmoil. He doesn't know how to handle this family situation. He's unsure of himself because as a younger son this is not the path that he would have normally taken. He feels lost and aimless trying to figure out what he should do.
Quirks/Character Traits: ✶ Is proud of his demon ancestory and the magic that runs through his families blood (they are filled with seers and some with great powers).
✶ Trains as a warrior to learn discipline and how to protect his family.
✶ He puts on a brave and fierce facade, but underneath he craves love and acceptance.
✶ Believes in the mystic
✶He is smaller than most of his siblings and slight of build, but wiry
Backstory: Born to a demon and seer/witch, he's growing up in a very loyal and mystic family.
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