mighty Ac
lightning struck
guardian
oak of the myrkwood
nothing is as it seems
Angrboda loved trickery
impregnated
she burst open with monstrosities
birthed destruction
mothered death
who has eaten
her burned heart
There is no sound more primal, more bone chilling than the howl of a wolf. The hair on the back of your neck stands on end and you pass through the vei…