You can't win this fight - Joining

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Only thing they fear is YOU -

The god breathed in heavy breaths, feeling cold air fill his lungs with a sharp pain. In fact, cold penetrated his cloak as he opened his eyes with a start. From beyond his nose there was snow, and his mask lay beyond, gently getting covered in the gentle fall. Slowly, with a rumbling grunt, he heaved himself to his.. paws? He glanced down at his legs, his new paws, and flexed them. A heavy weight fell at his side and he looked. Under his fur cloak was his axe, and a smile graced his scarred lips.

Moving with a ruggedness of a statue, he grabbed his mask and donned it, feeling it slip and sit comfortably on his face. With a fresh breath, he looked around. This certainly wasn't his colosseum. No snow fell within the broken realm, so this was a new sight. He groaned as he lifted a paw, shaking his head.

With a brief huff, he looked around again. Surely someone would live here - if Cry could live in her caves and Aero'seus could live in whatever fuckin wine fountain he bathed in, surely someone could live here. A ragged, hollow sigh left his mouth.

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[sub][W]isker[/sub]