Falls

Ivar has heard the lore of these Islands. His half brother's birthplace. The land where his father basterd children were born, Björn included. His dark ears lay into his thick tangle of dingy mane.

The voice is dark, haunting as it speaks. "Death. Death to them all." It hisses. Ivar lifts his head higher on to his thick neck, halting he listens to the voice. His ears remain laced to his skull. His eyes fill with rage, an uncontrollable feeling that consumes him like fire. His lips pull back to expose his yellowed blunt teeth as he snarls like a rabid wolf. The burning heat consumes him. All he can feel is the heat that rakes his body. All he can see is a darkness rim his vision.

He snaps his thick skull toward the sound of a masculine voice just beyond the cover of trees. He steps through the bushes and thorns. They tug and scrape the length of his body. He does not feel their sharp tendrils dig into his smoky black hide. He stays concealed just beyond the sight of the pair of horses, as they argue about the fate of the mare. She is feisty and demands the man leave her alone, yet it seems as if the mongrel was deaf. "Let's start with this one." It snarls. A smirk crawls the length of his charcoal lips. Ivar nods in agreement.

As the pale woman shrieks and curses the mongrel. Ivar bursts from the cover with a roar ripping from between blunt teeth. His hooves cause the dirt and stones to scatter beneath his weight as he propels himself forward. His dark eyes quickly size up his opponent, he takes notice of the brute's size and build. He knows that the mongrel has size on his side, but Ivar was quick on his hooves and a skilled warrior.

The woman had managed to put some space between them, which gives Ivar the opportunity to push himself between the two of them. Her kick narrowly misses him and he feels the air whoosh by him. He pivots to face the brute head on, his muscles quiver beneath his thick smoky hide. He craves the impending quarrel. His lips curl back exposing his blunt teeth. His ears lay against his skull as Ivar lowers his thick skull. "Come closer so that I may taste your blood." He hisses.


ooc: I hope its okay Ivar buts in... just adding some more drama!