wolf's teeth are near.
You don't know what I like She spits at him, her words drip with malice. We will show her what she likes. Fenrir hisses, as he bristles beneath Ivar's dark hide. She continues to lash and throw her temper tantrum, trying to shove him away. She was desperate and Ivar revels in it. He would wear her down, she would bend to his will and submit.
His tongue slips from his mouth to run across his dark lips, a wicked grin follows. "I taste you upon my lips," he voice thick as he taunts her. Your the one who will lose." She says, before she launches her body at him. His dark eyes pop with surprise before lifts himself into a rear, a roar erupts from his lips at her insolence.
He can feel her teeth brush against his ribs where his neck just a moment ago had been. The pain was searing and red hot. "That tík! Fenrir growls. As her teeth run along his ribs, his front hooves touch the earth beneath them. He pivots to follow after her, if she slowed for a brief second he would take her beneath him. He would remind her that even if she fought he would never relent. She was his!
Translation:
Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir
Icelandic - Smoky Black - EE aa nCr - Stallion - 14.2 hh - Dögun x Unknown