where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
Well speak up. The words grate over his nerves and Fenrir bristles beneath Ivar's inky black hide. His dark eyes disappear into his unkempt, dark mane and his eyes glint with the anger that boils beneath the surface. He lunges at her and his teeth seek out her thin, delicate flesh. She would learn not to speak to him in such a manner, he would tell her IF he felt like it. His dark eyes smolder as they narrow to look at her. "I will tell you, IF I want to," he spits as he raises his head defiantly. He sees no reason to tell her any details, she was a woman, he was a dark warrior of the guğir.
It pleases him when she moves away from him, at-least she has some brains between her ears to know that his teeth were sharp. No, I don't like surprises. She hisses at him. He slinks up next to her, his dark muzzle reaches for her delicate striped coat. His eyes hungrily consume her curves, admiring how the sun caresses her skin setting it a blaze beneath its touch. He needs to feel her body beneath his, it was a hunger, a primitive hunger that he revels in. His dark eyes are filled with lustful hunger. "I could take you for myself, and there is nothing you can do about it," the words exit his lips dripping with hunger.
He lunges at her neck, his teeth hoping to find purchase against her delicate flesh. He wants her to give to him, to plead with him to just take her. His body vibrates, she would bend to his will. "Beg for mercy," his hisses just above a whisper.
Translation:
guğir: gods
Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown
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