I once lived bound by chains; chains that were never real. I broke those chains, and found true freedom in my life. The journey out of depression begins with a simple yet powerful truth: joy exists in the present moment. By embracing mindfulness and appreciating life’s small wonders, we can find peace. While often seen as a therapeutic practice, mindfulness is something everyone can benefit from. A little more presence, a little more kindness, that’s all it takes.


 Arfang is short for ©Arfang Ragnarök Fenrisúlfr, my fursona and original character. He was skillfully designed by  Lycaious and is used strictly for personal purposes. (Avatar art by the same talented artist.) If sharing or referencing any of his artwork, please be sure to credit the respective artist(s) properly.

As a shapeshifter and reality-hopper, Arfang invites a degree of artistic freedom. His form naturally adapts to the reality he’s in, and any small deviations in his intricate design that both the artist and I may have missed can be playfully chalked up to a hasty transformation.

Canonically, Arfang is a reimagining of Fenrisúlfr. In this version of the myth, he is not a villain, but a tragic hero. Satan corrupts the events leading to Ragnarök by murdering the Völva and impersonating them to feed Óðinn a false prophecy. In an attempt to defy the self-fulfilling prophecy, Arfang fights against destiny itself, desperately trying to convince the gods, and the nine realms, that he is not the big bad wolf they fear, but a soul capable of kindness.

His resolve is shattered when he discovers the lifeless body of his brother, Jörmungandr, slain after a cataclysmic final battle with Þórr (Thor),the god of lightning, who sacrificed himself by summoning a thunderous strike so fierce it scorched both combatants down to the very bone. Devastated by grief, he dons Jörmungandr’s skull as a helmet. The skull is a symbol of sorrow and fury, and it marks the death of the wolf's naïveté. Up until this point, he truly believed a paranoid and self-righteous society could be made to see reason, but now he realized it was them or him. In a final act of vengeance, Arfang turns on the Æsir and slays Óðinn, the god who branded him a threat from the beginning.

As the world burns around him, he pauses, finally, to mourn. He prepares himself for Víðarr’s arrival, fully expecting the god-son’s vengeance. But when he sees Víðarr wearing the infamous shoe, crafted from the discarded leather of every Norse soul invested in Arfang’s downfall, his grief twists into rage once more.

"Why must you all tread on me now, even as I grieve?" he asks, not just Víðarr, but the cosmos itself. And in that moment, he realizes: he is not ready to die.

Just as Víðarr strikes, Arfang awakens a dormant power: the ability to transcend reality. Refusing to be a pawn of fate, he escapes his end by becoming something greater: the author of his own story.

The last thing he saw before his ascension was Adam and Eve emerging from the smoldering remnants of Yggdrasil, as God descended to speak with them. In the shadows, the deceiving serpent began to coil its way back into the branches of the reborn tree.
Arfang considered striking the creature down, but in that moment, he understood: he had spilled enough blood. The time for vengeance had passed. It was time to begin the long journey of healing.

Though free from prophecy, his journey is far from complete. As a shapeshifting reality-hopper, he drifts between worlds, searching for meaning in an existence where memories can be rewritten but forgiveness, purpose, and self-love must still be earned, and fiercely protected. He wields his powers with care, choosing more often than not to live humbly and authentically. For he knows that if everything becomes too easy, too malleable… it risks losing all meaning.

Story inspired by the song Battlefield (Remastered 2017)- Blind Guardian

Fun fact: His name shortens to Arf: a playful nickname, and the initials to his full name.