Chronicles of Heisenbërg : Rider of the Northwind.
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TWIL!GHT ÆSIR : ØDE OF DRAG𖤍N HONOR
@HEILLBERGBOT@BERGSFSBOT

Gleaming visage, drengr of might
with ljós in thine steadfast eyes;
as a víkingr dragon──borne, thou
 ridest from cloud kissed heights.
🔗@BERGHOARD.
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Carrying a little energy with me today, hoping one sip is enough for the whole day
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Selamat siang, Beriiss. 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻
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Morning dari Sogang University & Soongsil University, Beris 👍
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After a short performance filled with hard work and restless preparation, Scenier’s Keonho arrived with a bouquet of fresh flowers for his beloved, Heisenbërg’s Juhoon.

The backstage room was still wrapped in warmth, soft chatter, scattered costumes, the faint scent of makeup and stage lights that had only just dimmed. Even after the curtains had closed, the excitement of the school show still lingered quietly in the air.

And there was Heisenbërg’s Juhoon, standing between exhaustion and happiness, finally receiving appreciation for all the effort he had poured into the performance, from the person who had stayed, supported, and waited for him through it all, Scenier’s Keonho

Sometimes, love looks as simple as flowers at the end of a long day. 🤩
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BËRG.  |  Blekr  16.5  ft.  FERAL:  DRAGONLØRD
ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚦ: “STEEL  '⅋  SALT  ENDURE..”


Saga of Frostbound Skies,
Kindled by Hearthfire & Silent Skýfǫr.↻

Before runes found a name, before a bone—carved compass ever trembled, only a saga endured within the glow of eldr of a dreki that chooses the rider, never the reverse.  ۬۟۬ 𖤦ᰰ‌  Raised on half spoken sögur and storm bound varnaðarorð, on salt worn charts and weather split leiðir, beneath stars that never break oath nor ljós. @TheSchroder @PoshMagz @Rocheveil @RouzeVault @Arclaine Thus began the ferð—not by sail, nor by oar but by hunger rooted deep within the soul, while örlög sharpened its unseen blade in shadow. For the North does not beckon the untested. It tempers. ᛁᛏ ᛏᚱᛁᛖᛋ. And when flame weds sky, no rider is born—only chosen.


   [ . . . ] E. 793 ː CHRONICLES OF BËRG. 𖡹⭛
      Frostbound         Omen         Unyielding
     The    Flamebound    Skyward    Ascend
   Whispered   By   Örlög  &  Stjörnur:   Bound
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