Kjartan Isak
Kjartan Isak (a.k.a. Kjarr, Magni, Vinir, Coyote)
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Kjartan Isak
Judith Isak
Alexei Isak
A coyote embraces violence, hoping it might soothe its itching soul.
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Alignment
Chaotic Neutral
Current Status
Leading the Thunderhound Commandos
Current Location
Ethnicity
Other Ethnicities/Cultures
Honorary & Occupational Titles
Captain, The Coyote
Currently Held Titles
Age
40
Date of Birth
Draconium, 23rd, 1223 ABN
Circumstances of Birth
Born to two loving parents
Birthplace
Caelin
Children
Current Residence
Halstein
Pronouns
He/Him
Sex
Male
Gender
Male
Presentation
Masculine
Eyes
Striking Orange
Hair
Mauvy Pink
Height
5’8
Weight
153 lbs
Belief/Deity
Thor and Frigg (Norse Pantheon)
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
Kærasti
i count the scars on your shoulder and lose track because i am greedy. i want to collect every piece of you and press them into the small spaces of me that never learned patience.
you give me warmth with your sigh and i keep it like a stray spool in my pocket. something small and lucky and entirely mine. i press it into my palm when no one is looking, i press it into the hollow of my throat when i run out of words.
i hold this love in my sternum. it rattles against my ribs and leaks out sometimes when i laugh too hard. i never learned how to carry something beautiful without bruising it a little. never learned how to love without trembling hands and too much anger slipping through the cracks.
there are mornings i wake up so full of you i have to sit still, or i might spill all over the floor. all over the sun. all over anyone lucky enough to be flooded by this. some days i am all hands. all mouth. all trying. all reaching. all weaving small shaky threads back to you with whatever clumsy tools i have left.
some days i am just a chest splitting open. i hope you'll catch whatever falls out. i hope you'll gather up the mess and tuck it behind your ear like something worth keeping. you look at me and everything inside me rearranges itself without asking. shifts into softer shapes. spills into open hands. grows bigger than my body can hold.
i am better this way. better ruined and rebuilt and blooming under the weight of it. carrying this love not because i have to but because i was always going to.
Blood Ties
The unfair proximity of a dream
There is no ravenous spirit like that of the grief stricken,
no vicious hollow like the insides of a boy searching for his father.
I did not ask to be this.
This hideous creature of scarred skin and snarling voice.
This prison of flesh is the only gift you ever gave me.
So I will stretch this skin until I fill every crevice,
And I will wear it until you regret you created it.
Coyote's Cry
there is a starved
coyote gone feral
in the back of
my throat.
it is so angry at the
world and the hands
that feed it,
and when i open
my mouth it
barks barks barks
and it scares
everyone
away.
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