wolf's teeth are near.
His muscles have stiffened beneath inky black hide. The sourness lingers despite the battle being days past. He slinks through the shadows, his hooves soundless amongst the grass. Dark eyes watch the horses mill around, some were with another male or two. Then his eyes settle on a strangely colored mare, she stands alone.
He sidles into the sunlight. The sun reflects off of his inky coat, exposing the scars that riddle his hide. He lifts his head higher onto his thickly built neck, his dark eyes flash with something that is primal. Fenrir He can feel the hunger beneath his hide. The hunger that drives him in search of victims, er. Women.
As he nears the strange colored mare, he takes notice of her curves and her sweet scent on the breeze. "Þú lyktar ljúffengur," he says gruffly with a smirk upon his dark lips. If she was expecting a knight in armor, he was not that.
Translation:
Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown