kneeling low, with desires to stand much higher
to become a battalion
to become a battalion
A warrior crowned with a sunlit mane.
Hair tied together and complementing those irises of flame perfectly
With a single scar tracing his right eye.
of unstoppable fire
made to achieve and under his name prevail
made to achieve and under his name prevail
Draped in rough fur hides, surrounded by the occasional flickers of lightning.
He stands tall and sturdy, with a gentle glow that often lingers in his wake.
The golden aura - akin to his hair - calms and softens his hardened edges.
destined for Vanaheim
triumphant in his gaze
triumphant in his gaze
