i will pry out the broken
pieces of gods in me
mirror of a father he has never and will never know; hrimfaxi bears a pelage of blue-black phase. still too young and gangly for the glacial and tundra honed body he is ( slowly ) growing into. in time, he will become the weapon, the wormana — warchief — he's been groomed to be his whole life.
— ❝...given excruciating and careful detail of the fiercest berserker of tundrian legends; of whom he is a doppelgänger, hrimfaxi is an argentine savage. beguiling and caliginous. a serpent — jörmungandr — in the garden of eden where he becomes a harbinger of chaos & ruination. speaks only in trigedasleng, ❛the chained❜ exhibits minimal understanding of common; and a full understanding of war. of that which he was wholly & irrevocably born for.❞