#splotches of ink // muns writing

[shatteredminds]

@mammoneythegreat

Word- Beast

Letter- C

Character-

Cináed Rhys Minukaii Lokison, 4

Others-

Piroska Kisa Minukala Lokison, 4

Words-

Cúsúnä- Big brother

Yúvänä- Little sister

Mätïnuké- Mama/Mother

Little Beast

Prowling threw the undergrowth on a hunt with silent and carefully placed paw-steps. With razor sharp focus Cináed tracked his prey, determined to capture what he desires.

Turning a corner he halted, pray in sight. A red tabby ragamuffin kitten was in front of him, minding her own business as she tryed to catch a butterfly.

'Perfect.' Cináed thought, his own little ragamuffin tail swished behind him.

Staying low he crept forward, minding his paw-steps as he did so. Inching closer and closer to the distracted she-kit in front of him. Adjusting himself to keep himself downwind so she doesn't catch his scent.

Once he was in range he pounced, knocking the other kitten over. They tussled for a few minutes before scrambling up. The red ragamuffin kitten bolted with her fur fluffed up and tail stick straight up.

Cináed chased after her, jumping onto her when he caught her. Both turned into their halfway forms, hair and the fur on their tails fluffed up as they wrestled.

"Cúsúnä, stop!" Piroska yelped, swating at her older littermate.

Getting of his little sister he huffed, "But you're so fun to chase, Yúvänä." He says.

"I don't like getting chased and you know that Cináed." She spat, fire flickering threw her copper red hair.

Cináed's tail flick, mischief glinting in his amber eyes. Before Piroska could even react he pounced on her again. She let out a squeak of surprise as she squirmed under her brother. Eventually getting out but not before Cináed swatted at her, accidentally scratching her cheek with his claws.

"Mätïnuké!" Piroska cried out, tears welling in her eyes from the stinging sensation the scratches were giving her. She bolted to the den where their mother, father, and littermates lived.

"Wait, Piroska I'm sorry!" He shouted, chasing after her in an attempt to stop her from telling their mother.

In the end he got in trouble, but he did get nicknamed Little beast by his parents. Which he thinks is a really cool.

#cináed lokison // red star #cináed rhys minukaii lokison #piroska lokison // pyromanic kitten #piroska kisa minukala lokison #splotches of ink // muns writing #shatteredminds

[shatteredminds]

@taterswithranch

Word- Apple

Letter- B

Character-

Bast Levana Howell-Lokison

Others-

Vulcan Brandeis Rhaghverii Lokison/Infurlion Burnvaru Kisharnva

Koray Val Infurlionii Lokison

Iskra Allyriane Infurlonala Lokison

Category- I don't know what to categorize this as tbh

Words-

Söl- Sweet

Söly- Sweetie

Mánáy- Mommy

Ařaly- Little ones

Wáhłaaň- Wife

Fánřa- Father

Sítűe- Night

Apples

The vampires citrine orange eyes glanced out the window, checking on her fledglings as they played outside. The edge of her sharp knife slicing threw the crisp, ruby red skin of the apple on the counter in front of her.

Her daughter Iskra and son Koray were playing catch the fireball. Truth be told, she was thankful for then being fireproof like their sire.

Popping a slice into her mouth she continued what she was doing, cutting up apples for some pies she was making via her children's request, her mates love of her baking, and her cravings of the past year.

Apple pies used to be a rarity in this den due to the fact that she used to hate apples with a passion. The smell, the taste, and the texture of them would make her ill.

But these little twins she's been bearing for the past ten months gave her a craving for the fruit she hated so much prior to their conception.

She popped another hunk of apple into her mouth amd finished cutting up the rest in the sack. Doing what required to makenthe pies before putting them in the oven.

It wouldn't take long for them to bake due to where their den is. The Kingdom of Iňfěrína happend to be the closest of the Kingdoms to Därvánír, the active volcano in which the palace of the emperor was carved into.

Iňfěrína was settled near the base of Därvánír. The molten lava that flowed around it's villages was used as a means of defense as well as a means to cook and bake.

Looking at the time she noted that it was getting late and that her mate would be home in the next hour. She went to the open door she called to her children. Telling them to come inside since it was late.

"But Mánáy..." Iskra pouted.

"No but Ařaly. You know the rules, when Uncle Hyperion lowers the sun and Uncle Jericho and Auntie Artemis start raising the moon it's time to come inside." Bast says, a hint of warning that punishment via extra chores could be applied if either of them complain.

In a huff, the fledglings come inside. Closing the door behind her she went back into the kitchen and took the pies out, careful as to not burn herself. Once they were placed on the counter to cool she made supper.

"My wáhłaaň, I'm home." Said a male voice as the door to the den opend and closed. Soon large arms gently wrapped around her waist and a kiss was softly placed on her neck.

"Söly, you should know better then to do that when I have a knife in my hand." Bast scolded as she continued chopping up the veggies for supper, a blush spread on her face from the kiss.

"I know my Söl, but how could I resist." Vulcan purred before he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "It feels like I haven't seen you in centuries."

"You were only gone for twelve hours my love." She states as she dumps the veggies into the pan with the meat to fry.

"Twelve hours of having to be away from my beautiful wáhłaaň." He murmers, letting her go so she can move and watching her dump the vegetables onto the pan. "Can't we just have meat tonight my love? Raw meat to be exact."

"You know Korays stomach is still to sensitive for raw meat Vulcan." She says, gathering up the dirty dishes and going to the sink to wash them.

"I know, but the ařaly's don't have to eat it." Vulcan points out, eye drifting across the counter he noticed two little heads peaking over the island. One had a hair of blond and the other black. They were trying to reach the pies on the counter.

"I know you've been craving raw meat my love, but if we were to just eat it right now what I'm cooking would go to waist." She explains, scrubbing the hell out of the cutting board.

"True. I'm going to go check on the ařaly's ok." He tells her.

"Ai, I'll call when suppers done." She says with a nod.

So Vulcan left, taking one of the five pies, picking up his children with his tail as he walked past and went to their room. After he put them in there he went to his study and ate it.

Later they ate. Bast noticed that while Iskra and Koray ate as much as they normally. Vulcan didn't even eat as much as he normally does amd he eats a lot.

Half an hour later, the fledglings were in bed. Bast just got out of the shower, wearing one of Vulcans shirts like she usually does for sleep while she's pregnant. The shirts acted like a nightgown of sorts with how big they are.

With still damp hair she exited the the bathroom. Noticing the mess of clothing inthe chair near the door she cleaned it up. On the bed Vulcan laid waiting, laying on his side with his head proped up on his hand. Gems and gold scattered on the bed around him.

When she surned around a goofy grin formed on his face and he wiggled his eyebrows. Seeing this and knowing exactly what he was trying to do, Bast threw a pillow that was on the floor at him. Hitting him in the face, he wheezed.

"I'm to far along to be doing that Vulcan and you know it." She scolds her mate.

"I know, I just wanted to see your face when I did that!" He managed to say as he laughed. Shaping his fingers the gold and gems vanished of the bed.

Shaking her head she climbed into bed, Vulcan snuggled up to her once she settled and one of his hands rested gently on her belly where their twins resided.

He felt a little kick from one of the twins, his eyes were bright with excitement and full of love as he looked at her belly.

"They know who their Fánřa is Söly." Bast purrs, her hand now resting on top of his. These twins were her third pregnancy, but the looks that Vulcan had during them were always adorable.

"They do don't they, my little břońjün." He says, a deep rumbly purr resonates from his chest.

Smiling she says, "Ai, now let's get some sleep. You're training some new warriors tommorow remember?"

He hummed in agreement, wrapping his wings around her and kissed her. "Sítűe my wáhłaaň." He purrs before laying his head on his pillow and closing his eyes.

She kissed back. "Sítűe my söl." She says, resting her head on his chest.

She licked her lips. 'His kiss tasted like apples..." She thinks. 'But why?'

Her eyes widened when the realization hit her. "It was you who ate the missing pie!" She exlaimed as she sat up and yanked the pillow out from under her mates head and smacked him with it before rolling over in a huff. Her back towards him as he proped himself up and sleeply looked at her before going back to sleep.

This had been a recurring event in the den for the past ten months, and it's always been over apples.

#bast howl-lokison // infernos hyper wáhłaaň #bast levana howl-lokison #npc // bast howl-lokison #iskra lokison // eternal flame #iskra allyriane inferlionala lokison #npc // iskra lokison #koray lokison // ember moon #koray val inferlionii lokison #npc // koray lokison #vulcan lokison // lord of fire #vulcan brandeis rhaghverii lokison #splotches of ink // muns writing #shattered minds

[shatteredminds]

Word- Laundry

Letter- O

Character-

Osvald Chane Valnicii Friis

Others-

Nora Synnove Säde Väyrynen Friis

Hugo Kip Valnicii Friis

Nala Mystique Valniciala Friis

Mentioned-

Ulfric Valter Wolvranii Friis

Lucy Itiunnr Leiashrala Rosenqvist-Tähtinen

Uriel Perachia Berunsarii Fevold

Translations-

Átøsálian-

Bïsvěr = Bitch

Lívánø = Little shit

Vïz ná tůlvï gïrłïvát máhïté = Mother fucking cock gargling cunt faced bitch

Laundry day

Osvald groaned as he looked at the chore calendar that his mother made for him and the other souls chained to the Átøsálian Provence known as Shådøwy Isles. Today it was his turn to do the last week's worth of laundry, which ment not only did he have to scour his room for every piece of dirt clothes he had to make sure no pair of briefs were hidden under anything, but he had to make sure his little siblings did the same.

Though that was not because His, Hugo, and Nala's mother would have a fit about a few dirty clothes not making it into the wash, but their fathers military ass coming in today to do a his bi-weekly check in on his four eldest children's house to see if anything needs to be fixed and stock up on.

Sure Ulfric was fine with some dirty clothing being on the floor, though he might make a bit of a fuss due to Nora having a weaker immune system then Osvald, Hugo, and Nala due to her being... what did that four eyed doctor prick say? 'Equally as human as she is immortal genetics wise.' Yeah that was it, that's what his mother's cousin said.

"That bïsvěr should just mind his own fucking business." Osvald thought, fishing out a pair of boxers from behind his dresser. Why were they back there exactly? Well they happen to be crusty with dried blood from challenging his last potential mate to a duel three nights ago, she didn't pass so he killed her. Though that was evident from the other garments in his piled high laundry basket that were also caked with crusty dried blood.

Once all his dirty linens were acounted for he did a quick sweep of the room just in case, there was nothing. But he did have a who lot of blood smears to wash off of the walls later. Picking up the overflowing basket he carries it to the laundry room, cussing a storm whenever he had to pick up a piece of clothing trying to flee it's soapy fate.

Once getting there he stuffs the two weeks worth of clothes into one of the four washers, puts a ton of detergent into the dispenser along with tossing a pod or two in with the clothes, and puts everything to the appropriate settings before turning the washer on and going to his siblings rooms to collect their clothes for the same fate.

Heading to Nora's den he didn't even have knock on the door as she already had her basket outside her door. It contained a lot less clothing than his did but that was due to her doing her laundry three days ago. Picking it up he went back to the laundry room and repeated the process but with way less detergent.

He made an internal note that both Nora and Nala were in there and by the sounds of it they were chatting about some boys from the school they went to. Though that was none of his concern and he knew that if he were to confront them about it they would just berate him and call him a hypocrite since he stalks the girls he's interested in before challenging them to a death fight which ultimately ends with the girl dieing.

Now it was Hugo and Nala's turn. Like Nora, Nala has her clothing neatly in the hamper which currently resided outside the twins den. Hugo's however... was not. Though the sounds of the younger dire wolf tinkering with some machines could be heard inside. As such, Osvald knocked on the door to announce his presence before entering the twins den.

"Oi, it's laundry day ya lívánø." Osvald says as he walls into his younger siblings den. The contrast of cleanliness between the twins was obvious as Nala's half of the room was neat with very little mess on the floor and tops of her dressers and such, only her bed was unmade.

However, Hugo's half was utterly chaotic. Dirty clothes scattered about with various stains ranging from blood to oil. Tools and weapons littered every surfaces alongside the various projects Hugo was working on and his bed was partially clawed up for gods know what reason. Yet there the dire wolf was, tinkering away on what looked to be a car engine. His face covered in smears of grease and grime, unaware of his elder brothers presence and not even hearing him enter as he was listening to music.

Eye twitching at the mess, Osvald grabbed one of the magazines that was sitting on the shelf next to door and rolled it up. He walked over to Hugo and smacked the younger wolfs head with the rolled up magazine.

*THWACK*

Hugo yelped in surprise, dropping the engine mechanism that he had in his hands onto the workbench in front of him causing it to break apart as his hands darted to the back of his head to prevent any oncoming strikes.

"Vïz ná tůlvï gïrłïvát máhïté!" Hugo cussed as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand and turning the sound systems volume before turning around to face his assailant.

"Damit Osvald, you know I've been working on that for almost a month no-!" Hugo begun to say before getting smacked again.

*THWACK*

"Today's laundry day ya lívánø and you damn well know it." Osvald scolded, his ice blue eyes staring straight into Hugo's emerald green ones once the latter recovered from the his latest attack.

"Ai, you know me well enough to know that I loose track of time easily." Hugo says while glaring at his older brother.

"Well you could have at least put your clothes in your basket instead of all over your room so I could put them in the wash!" The raven haired wolf snaped, pissed off by his little brother as this wasn't the first time he's done this.

"Like your one to talk Ozzy, your den was a damn pigstye the last time I saw it." Hugo growled, "No different then this half of mone and Nala's den."

"I'm cleaning it today and your going to clean yours right now." Osvald says after turning around and walking to the door. "You have fifteen minutes to get your clothes gathered up so I can put them in a wash. If that's not done when I get back I'm going to give ya a beat down."

"YoU hAvE fIfTeEn MiNuTeS..." Hugo mocked under his breath as he gathered up his dirty clothes. Getting hit by the magazine that Osvald was once holding.

Fifteen minutes later, Osvald went back to Hugo and Nala's den to collect Hugo's clothes. They weren't outside the door like Osvald was hoping they'd be. Eye twitching once more Osvald busts into the den, only to be met by a butt naked Hugo tossing what he was wearing into the now full laundry basket.

"Hugahh!!" Osvald exlaimed at the sight of his brother, turning around and rubbing his eyes trying to remove the image he'd just seen. "By the gods Hugo, why are you fucking naked when you should be cleaning! Never mind I don't want to know just push you basket outside." He says now exiting the room.

Hugo burst out laughing at his brothers reaction before opening the door wide enough to push the basket into the hallway. "You're just jealous because I'm bigger then you~" He teases before getting knocked onto his ass via Osvald shoving the door closed. Still snickering he got up and went for his shower.

Once all the laundry was done and switched over to dry, Osvald had cleaned up his room. When that was done her delivered the clean yet unfolded clothing to there respective dens. Nala's basket of clean laundry was placed on her bed while Hugo's on the other hand... Osvald dumped the clean clothing onto his little brother who was now napping with nothing but a towel over his nether regions.

Ozvald knocked on Nora's door before putting her basket down and telling her and Nala that the laundry done via yelling through the door.

"Laundrys done." He yells, "Just a warning Nala, Hugo's napping naked right now."

"That's nothing new Oz but thanks for the heads up." The she wolf yells back.

Now back in his room, he placed the basket on the dresser and plopped down on his bed. Doing laundry was tiring when one had to do nit only their own garments but the garments of three others as well.

At least the clothes and his room were clean, he could care less about the state of his siblings dens now.

#ic hugo // hyped up on adrenalin; feeling like a kid again; but then again its a win win win again; so genuine; oh so genuine #ic nala // i wont cry for you; i wont crucify the things you do; i wont cry for you; see when your gone; i'll still be bloody mary #ic nora // your words in my head; knives in my heart; you build me up and then I fall apart; cause im only human #ic osvald // i wont stop until that girl is mine; baby you'll be famous; chase you down until you love me; papa paparazzi #hugo kip valnicii friis #hugo friis // alleyway howler #nora friis // paw prints and smiles #nora synnove säde väyrynen friis #nala friis // emerald eyed wolf #nala mystique valniciala friis #osvald chane valnicii friis #osvald friis // electrified bayonet #1p shådøwy isles #1p nyo shådøwy isles #2p shådøwy isles #2p nyo shådøwy isles #splotches of ink // muns writing #shatteredminds

[shatteredminds]

@fear-the-scarlet-crest

Word- Secret

Letter- Z

Character-

Zente Halley Rhaghverii Lokison/Lihvatu Holnaki Kisharnva

Others- (those mentioned/appeared)

Hulda Razi Rhaghverala Lokison/Hidasha Mystarona Kisharnva

Castor Leon Rhaghverii Lokison/Wolvisher Tamishtur Kisharnva

Vipin Vivyan Rhaghverii Lokison/Flovidal Linczami Kisharnva

Javid Antin Rhaghverii Lokison/Sanazu Etrnlach Kisharnva

Vulcan Brandeis Rhaghverii Lokison/Infurlion Burnvaru Kisharnva

Ragnar Draco Lokison/Rhaghver Ultmasver Kisharnva

Restus Lawlor Tähtinen/Reshis Novanta

Azura Pixie Rhagherala Lokison/Zaishvaer Noctalsis Kisharnva

Pearl Ekaterina Rhaghverala Lokison/Sevasu Parvasi Kisharnva

The Secret

The click of a cane could be heard as Lihvatu walked, something he's needed since he was the phiscal age of fifteen. A weak back, scoliosis is what his older sister Hidasha called it. How did she know what it was though? No body knew how she knew these things. Though that's why she was called her the Mystery Goddess, wasn't it.

A male vampiric dragon he is, one of the healer class of his family. Never going out on the battle field like his older and younger brothers, some sisters too. He felt like a disgrace to his species, the males were supposed to be warriors.

Wolvisher, Flovidal, Sanazu, Infurlion and their father Rhaghver are all warriors... but he wasn't. He could fight, but was only aloud to if necessary. He hated it, yet he never told anyone. It was his secret, and his alone.

He didn't want others to pity him, especially not his children. Not even his mate Scarlett knew of his ailment. Though it pained his soul to not tell her. He loves her dearly after all, but he was afraid she would leave him. After all, who a would want a weak mate... especially one of his species and status.

Lihvatu's thoughts were interrupted by the babbling of a small child. Walking to where the sound is coming from, he saw Reshis playing peekaboo with his now phisically two years old vampiric dragon Zaishvaer. So he observes him for a bit.

"Where am I?" Reshis says, hand covering his face. Zaishvaer made coos of confusion. "Here I am!" Reshis exlamed uncovering his face, Zaishvaer squeaked in surprise and her little wings fluttered as she giggled.

Lihvatu smiled softly, it's nice to see that his little sisters cerberus was taking good care of her. But he couldn't help but feel some resentment towards Zaishvaer. She was deemed to be the fifth vampiric dragon warrior of Rhaghver's now ten vampiric dragon hatchlings.

Some of his siblings pointed out that he acts quite cold towards the toddler while being the opposite with her younger littermate Sevasu. Though if he's going to be honest Sevasu's region of the empire resides in his kingdom, so natural he's warmer towards her.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a tug on his cloak. Looking down he saw that it was Reshis, the physically seven year old cerberus was one arm carrying the tiny vampiric dragon that he looks after.

"She's hungry." The crimson haired pup says as Zaishvaer whines, "She wants blood but Mr. Rhaghver says I can't feed her mine to often."

Lihvatu nods before saying, "I see, let me have her for a second." Leaning his Cain against the the wall and laking the tiny female from to boy. Zaishvaer tilts her head in curiosity at her elder brother.

'I forgot that this is the first time she's seen me." Thought Lihvatu, bringing one of his wrists to his mouth and using his teeth to create a small opening where the vain is.

He noticed Zaishvaer's small tail twitched and her pupils dilate to slits as she caught scent of his blood. Reaching up to his wrist and making grabby motions with her little clawed hands.

A smile tugged at the corner of the blonds mouth. Lowering his slowly bleeding wrist, watching as the hatchlings little hands latch onto his arm and drag his wrist to her mouth. Turning his wrist, some of the blood that had beaded at the wound and dripped onto her face and she let out a cry.

One of pain, his blood was burning her. He yanked his wrist away, startled by her reaction and what his blood did to her. Reshis was currently trying to get Zaishvaer out of Lihvatu's arms, his cerberus ears flattened tightly against his head and he gripped the elder dragons cloak, yanking on it and growling.

Giving the cerberus's his crying vampiric, Lihvatu licked his wrist to stop the bleeding, grabbed his cane, and walked of while the boy was trying to calm down the hatchling.

"She can't feed off me..." He murmers, "Not only can't I fight alongside my brothers, but I can't even feed the youngest of our species."

He could feel his resentment for the young girl grow. He could feel the curse of Insanity that plagued his kind trying to make him lose control. But he pushed it down, he was one of the few of his siblings that could resist the urges that curse brought with it.

His stomach growled, how long has it been since he himself had fed? Thinking on it, it's been several months since his last feeding. He had his reasons for going as long as he could without one. One being that his mate, Scarlett, couldn't supply enough blood for the two monthly feedings he requireddue to his ailment. Nor did he like feeding of her fragile body.

Another secret he's told no one. Another one no one but him will know. That's just how it will stay, and that's just how he likes it.

#zente lokison // leader of redemption #zente halley rhaghverii lokison #lihvatu holnaki kosharnva #splotches of ink // muns writing #shatteredminds

[shatteredminds]

Word- Want

Letter- U

Character-

Uzara Fayline Frost

Others-

Elysia Marita Frost

Rhevlous Cian Omega

Seton Weylin Omega

Want

Uzara hummed happly, the twins were napping for now. Hungry little devils they were, but she supposed that it was normal for children to be hungry like that. After all they were toddlers, and from the observations she did of humans with their spawn whilst pregnant with her children... human children did eat a lot.

She couldn't wait for her mate to get back. She understood that he didn't trust himself around their children, littlegos as he calls them, due to how young they are. Though she appreciated that he would come and visit, bringing partly dead humans to the den so he can teach Elysia and Rhevlous the swiftest way to dismember the mortals. Which parts of the human body taste best and will satiate their hunger for the mortal species flesh for longer periods of time.

Though she wanted him to be around all the time, like he used to be. She wanted to wake up next to him when night falls. She wanted to cuddle up with him during storms again. She wanted share prey a human with him every few days again.

"Want, want, want Uzara. Stop being so greedy." She mumbled, poping a peice of the soul she just diced up into her mouth. Savoring the tart blueberrie taste that it held.

She wouldn't deny the fact that she's greedy, after all her species was notorious for for conquering the other tribe's in the arctic. But she just wanted to have her mate live with her again.

"Be happy that he come home once every two weeks Uzara, it could be worse... he could have abandoned you and the twins." She says, voice barely audible.

After a half hour of munching on the diced up soul she glanced up at the clock. It was getting close to the time the twins that the twins would be waking up, wanting to be fed again.

She didn't have any regrets about creating them with with magic alongside Seton... but she couldn't deny the fact that she wanted him back living with not only her, but their children.

#uzara frost // black ice #uzara fayline frost #elysia frost // arctic blizzard #elysia marita frost #rhevlous omega // son of a wendigo #rhevlous cian omega #seton omega // flesh food #seton weylin omega #splotches of ink // muns writing #shatteredminds

[shatteredminds]

@emma-likes-to-write

Word- Betrayal

Letter- F

Character-

Exiled Frost Goddess Fřošvałn

Others-

Exiled Ice God Ïshøvaňiř

Sibling Betrayal

Fřošvałn sighed. She was bored to say the least, evident from her frosting and defrosting the walls of her bedroom.

Creeping around her house was her younger brother Ïshøvaňiř. Why was he here? To get revenge on his sister for the prank she pulled a month ago.

Said prank happened to be when she used her frost to knock a large amount of snow onto him a month back.

Since then, they formed a truce. Though it was at their mother Šnøviř's request since she was worried about them getting hurt. Was the truce still active? Yes. Was Ïshøvaňiř about to break it? Also yes.

Fřoš laid on her back in the floor, unknown about her little shit of a brother being in her house. Nit expecting him to even be over sue to the fact that they never saw each other unless their mother draged her two reclusive children out of their houses.

Ïshø grinned, she didn't know he was here. Perfect. He'd already checked each room of the first floor building his sister resided in so he takes a gander that she's in her room.

Silently, he crept up the stairs. Meticulously placing his footsteps as he walked up them and into the hallway. He was right, light was on in her room and he could hear the sounds of her moving in it.

Picking up the pace, he finally reached her door and glanced in. Was she laying on the floor? She was... well that made her an easier target. An ice ball formed in the palm of his hand and he threw it at her.

Fřošvałn bolted upright when the ice ball hit the floor near her, if she turned her head toward the door any faster she would have gotten whiplash.

"Ïshøvaňiř you prick!" She shouted angerly, scrambling up onto her feet and dodging another ice ball as it flew past her.

Ïshø stuck his tongue out and bolted down the stairs and out the door, Fřoš following shortly behind him.

When she got out their she tripped on a hidden string Ïshø quietly strung there. Her foot snagimg it caused a tree branch above her and the branches Ïshø tied to it dip far enough down that the snow they carried came tumbling down onto her.

When the the snow settled and Fřoš dug her way out sh saw Ïshø laughing his ass off. It was at that moment that she knew he betrayed the truce. This time that is.

But now the prank war was on once more.

#fřošvałn // frosted mind #shattered exiled frost goddess fřošvałn #ïshøvaňiř // freezing over #exiled ice god ïshøvaňiř #splotches of ink // muns writing #shatteredminds

[shatteredminds]

@taterswithranch

Word- Bubble

Letter- T

Character-

Thor Rothrekr Axel

Other-

Frigg Vigdess Vinter

Signý Idonia Byström

Words- Old norse

Father- faðir

Daughter- dóttir

Bubbles

While dieing was painful, the vail that nations went to was quite peaceful. Unless you encounter enemy nation form your past.

Though today was not the case. No, today Thor was relaxing. Or so he thought.

*pop*

'Huh, what was that?' The dragon thought, proving himself up on his elbow due to the fact that he was laying on his back in his halfway dragon form.

*pop* *pop* *pop*

His tail twitched. What was this sound, is his family's den under attack?

*pop* *pop*

"Faðir, come here." He heard his eldest child, Signý, call for him.

*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*

Getting up, he stretched quickly amd jogged over to where his daughter is outside.

*pop* *pop*

"What is it my dóttir, is everything alrigh-" Thor starts, getting cut off as some strange floating orbs drifting around his eldest. One touched his arm and disappeared on contact.

*pop*

"By Oden's beard, what is this?" He questioned, touching the wet and sticky spot the strang orb let left on his arm.

Signý shrugged, "I don't have the faintest idea what they are, but they make a funny sound." She says, using her fingers to pop some if them.

*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*

Tilting his head, Thor poped one that was floating towards him.

*pop*

A wide, fanged, goofy grin formed on his face. He poped another, and another. Soon both him and Signý were poping the strange orbs laughing and having the times of their afterlife.

Meanwhile, in the den near a window.

*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*

Frigg stood there, looking out the window. Watching as her husband and daughter poping those strange orbs.

*pop* *pop* *pop*

"Their idiots, but there my idiots." She murmers before taking a sip of her ale.

*pop*

#signý byström // scandinavian sweetheart #thor axel // lighting dragon #frigg vinter // wrathful scandia #signý idonia byström #1p nyo scandinavia #thor rothrekr axel #1p scandinavia #frigg vigdess vinter #2p nyo scandinavia #splotches of ink // muns writing #shatteredminds