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wolf's teeth are near.
Posted on December 6, 2019 at 10:18:48 PM by Ivar

where wolf's ears are,

Ivar

wolf's teeth are near.

Bleak and desolate, it seems like these valkyrie women did not know how to grow and cultivate a sizable following. Ivar smirks, they will be an easy foe to squash beneath the Lagoon's weight. Wasp may of bested him once, but he would not allow it a second time. We have company, Fenrir hisses, and Ivar's dark eyes narrow as the woman strides up to him. Ivar lifts his head defiantly as she spits her words at him. Anger begins to boil in his chest and Fenrir bristles beneath Ivar's inky black hide. "And speaking to me in that tone is definitely bad for yours," he spits at her. His dark eyes smolder, as he looks upon the dappled mare.

They are not alone long when a familiar voice echoes across the clearin. Ivar's head jerks too look upon the familiar mare. Wasp. She does just as Fenrir said she would do. He seethes beneath his dark hide, desperately wanting to shove the words she says right back down her throat. He is my prize, my trinket. His dark eyes look upon the women as they stand before him, both gloating and cackling like little girls. His ears remain buried within his dark mane, showing his contempt for the women. "I am no prize nor a trinket, konu." he growls with a defiant raise of his head.

What is next? Is she gonna parade him around the Peak? To show him off to all of her little friends? Fenrir growls at the thoughts. "Ivar �lfur warrior," he growls, just loud enough for the pair of women to hear. "What is it that you want from me?" he asks the pair of women, demanding to be told what he is to do now.

Translation:
konu: woman
�lfur warrior: the wolf warrior

Ivar Speech
the voice of Fenrir

Icelandic - Smoky Black - EE aa nCr - Stallion - 14.2 hh - D�gun x Unknown

Replies:

as the light in me went dark - By Khar'pern December 7, 2019 at 03:52:39 PM
- Ain't life just awful strange - By Wasp December 16, 2019 at 00:22:18 AM
  - where wolf's ears are - By Ivar December 20, 2019 at 03:33:37 AM

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