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my opinion on;

character in general: I’m a big fan of APH Iceland tbh, one of my favorite characters. how they play them: I haven’t interacted with them but based on what I have read they seem to be very good at their character! the mun: Haven’t met yet. Seems sweet though

do i;

follow them: Yesrp with them: Nowant to rp with them: If they would like toship their character with mine: No

what is my;

overall opinion: Really a good blog, and based of what I’ve heard and read they seem really sweet and real nice! 

[Text:] Don’t ask me what he’s screaming. I’m not entirely sure myself.

The vast body of water that surrounded him always put the young man at ease; on days like this, especially, with the sun beating down on his bronzed shoulders and trailing down his pale back, nothing could truly disturb him from his serenity. The sea was treacherous, too all but himself- after all, if it posed any form of danger, wouldn’t he have drowned by now?

The scars of his old, plucked wings were moulded into his back, in an oddly beautiful pattern, for what it was, of course. Fannar wasn’t at all sad for the loss of his feathered extensions- his tail more than made up for that loss, and after all, it served his purpose much, much better than before.

A snall, rather insignificant silhouette appeared on the glimmering horizon, and Fannar’s violet eyes struggled to focus on those onboard the small ship. One, at the very least, perhaps more. That was more than good enough for him, after all. With violet orbs remaining focused on his target, his song flowed from his lips with little effort, the only thought swirling in the pale-haired siren’s mind being if he’d get his next meal. Surely, he would, wouldn’t he?

The seas never ceased to astound Damon. He found the wind’s rustle as soothing as a lullaby from his early childhood and standing alone on the dock of his ship, his precious Fenris, he felt more at home than his literal home. The sun glared on the ice and water, sending intensely bright light at the man but he couldn’t care less; it was beautiful as much as the woods or the mountains were.

The breeze seemed to shift and the rustles no longer sounded like leaves brushing past each other. It sounded more like a song. A very sad, plaintive song, like the ones sung at funerals and for subdued defeats. And it was a heart wrenching tune that he wanted to hear more of. Wasn’t quite something he could take to heart but he couldn’t just steer away either. While some part in the back of his head rationally told him this wasn’t possible and that no one should be able to sing that loudly for him to hear over wind and waves, Damon ignored it in favor of his emotions and they were telling him to listen to more of that tune.