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Wulfwynn

[PLAYER NOTE: This journal may include spoilers or allusions in regards to Wulfwynn's history Pre-Kalris, and include discussions of Death & Murder, coercion, and guilt. All posts will be appropriately tagged when these, or additional themes appear. Please let me know OOC ( Ohwyrm__ / Oh, Wyrm? on Discord) should you like me to Omit any references made to other characters in this thread!]


*The handwriting in this journal is neat, almost elegant in a way. It's dialect not seeming to match the 'rough hewn' nature of it's owner.

Wulfwynn

Dusk's always telling me I've got too much on my mind.

I think I don't have nearly enough. It's what the dragons kept me here to do.


Journaling's supposed to help, so I hear - but frankly I'm not convinced. Spilling my guts out on a scrap of paper isn't going to change anything I've done - but I ought to humor the old man, at least a little. I owe him that much. No matter how stupid I think this whole thing is.


At the very least, this'll serve a reminder. Something I can't forget.


Maybe in a way, it'll be like one of those old confessionals I hear the churches back home had. Always wanted to see one, sometimes back at the orphanage we'd stack crates and pretend - sharing childish secrets behind the cover of wood and vow not to tell anyone. 

I miss those days, back when the only thing I had to hide was a stolen piece of flatbread, squirreled off to my room to share with the other kids. It feels like a whole different lifetime away.


I wonder how they're all doing. Would they even recognize me now? I'm so much older than I once was, even the littlest ones must be out doing jobs now.

For everything I've done, has it really kept them safe?


I don't like to think about it. Maybe some things are best kept unknown.


 I don't think I could live with myself, if it were all for nothing. The guilt's already suffocating enough.

Wulfwynn

[CW: Character Story, Allusions to Murder, Guilt.]

Major Character mentions: Arachnis, Harris.

Other mentions: Dusk, Song, Mireluch, Hallstone.


It's strange having someone other than Dusk know what I am.

Arachnis is... Difficult for me to pinpoint. I hadn't meant to spill to xem, and out of any critter I've met so far - xey had every reason to have me exiled right there on the spot. The critters here have already had to deal with one murderer enough.

And yet, all xey did was ask me if I regret it.

Surface level? Of course I do. 

But it had to be me


If playing the devil meant no other critter was forced to do so in my place, then that's a choice I'll never take back, no matter how damned my soul is for it. 

Even if i may never return home again.

...

I don't know if the pantheon accepts me back - or if they ever will. That was a question I couldn't answer. Yet xey still treat me like an equal, still continue to help me.


I don't get it. But I meant what I said. They have me in xeir corner.

I just hope it doesn't fall back on xem, if this gets out. Dusk, too.



...

The more I learn about Harris, the more he gets on my nerves.


What the hell was he thinking, stealing out from under Dusk's nose? The damn fool's asking for another beat down. And as much as I doubt his innocence in this whole ordeal, even Song doesn't seem thrilled about his antics. 

I don't know how far this goes back, or how it started - but it isn't the first time he's crossed Dusk, either. And as far as Mireluch's curse goes, other critters too.


And yet, all it took were a few warning words to have the critter shaking in his britches. Just what the hell does he think he's playing at? That coward's going to get himself killed - Especially with that gods damned cannibal running about.

And he's gonna drag other folk down with him. Hallstone just can't seem to mind his business - parading about like he's some 'folk hero' and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. It makes that spikey head of his way too damn punchable.


That critters either gonna have to learn a lesson and keep out of trouble for once, or learn to hold his own when trouble comes to bite him back.

And I ain't convinced the former's even possible for folk like him.