Lucid Curse
Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?”
The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu.
“Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries.
He giggled.
“Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.”
Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.
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