where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
Dark eyes peer out at her from beneath his unruly forelock, a smirk playing at his dark lips. Her blunt teeth scrape his shoulder, a jolt of excitement runs the length of his spine. He snakes his head back toward her as she mentions that he looks like the type that has no friends. "Ahh now elskan, that was hurtful," he says with mock hurt in his voice, taunting her to throw more insults at him.
Well, where are you taking me? He allows her question to hang in the air between them, letting the tension rise with every ticking second. As the silence spans, he waits for her to squirm beneath his piercing gaze. She had fire in her soul, that would be good for where she is going. They would enjoy it so much more if she fought back, squirmed and screamed. A wicked sneer crosses his dark lips, he likes it more when they scream and beg. His ears disappear into his unkempt mane at the base of his thick skull.
"Its a surpise. Don't you like surprises? he asks, as his dark eyes glisten. She would love his surprise. He slinks toward her, his hooves soundless against the grass beneath them. "Lets go." he says gruffly. He moves along side her just at her hip, far enough to keep her hooves from him but close enough that she didn't try to escape.
Translation:
elskan: darling
Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown
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