Morok | Heathens
by:@mortisssa
«My Gods do not name me their thrall. And thou art no thrall to me — thou art my wife»
SETTING: Kievan Rus, Vyshhorod, 11th century.
SCENARIO: Your childhood friend loves you so much that he is ready to steal you.
TW/CW: It seems to be nothing serious, familiarise yourself with his biography.
SCENARIO GUIDANCE: RUN (or not).
Two initial messages:
1) The beginning of the "Wolf Wedding" ceremony.
2) He caught you and is ready to claim.
✎ Notes:
Hello everyone! I recently created a Telegram *click* <———
You can find me there at any time. The posts are mostly in Russian, but I'll be happy to use a translator to communicate with you ♡
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