Posted on January 3, 2020 at 00:06:17 AM by Ivar
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where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
Im hungry, growls the inky wolf as he wreathes beneath the taught hide of the icy warrior. His appetite is all consuming and never satisfied. Ivar scowls as he listens to the wolf's whining and constant complaining over their current living situation. It's that damned Wasp, she is the one who is to blame for him having to live with all these prissy, annoying Peak women. She watches him like a hawk, insuring that he doesn't wander too far from her side, it is damned annoying. He turns his thick skull to find Wasp has wandered away from him, and with a smirk contoring his face, he slips into the shadows of the forest. It's time to pay that bastard a visit, Fenrir hisses, and with a curt nod of his head, he makes a beeline for the sandy shore. Ivar does not hesitate at the shore and plunges into the icy surf. He revels in the numbing that spreads through out his body as the sea wraps him in her frigid embrace. Darkness shrouds the inky black icy warrior as he cuts through the icy water with precise strokes. The distant dull roar of the ocean breaking over rocks, alerts him that he has reached his destination. The warrior steps from the surf, his tail flicks with an audible smack against his inky side as he looks up the beach. His ears flick as the tropical birds constat chatter fills the night air. They continue, until he steps into the jungle, and their babbling ceases and the wind stops its whispering. It is as if the very island holds its breath before the úlfur kappi. He ventures further inland, following the musky scent of his brother, until he crosses a feminine scent. It is sweet, and tantalizing on his tongue. She seems lonely, the wolf whispers darkly, and Ivar agrees with a curt nod of his head. He pivots and follows her trail, pushing through the dense jungle foliage. He slinks forward, predator like, as he hunts down the woman with the perfume on her skin. He is not disappointed, as her voice softly croons into the still night air. The name of his brother. "Ég er hérna," Ivar answers, stepping from the thick jungle foliage. His dark eyes hungrily take in every inch of her body, from the pale color of her honey skin to the swelling of her pregnant belly. A satisfied smirk touches his dark lips, as she tries to hide the fear that betrays her, even as she speaks. "I am the wolf. I am the darkness, and I am hungry," he growls darkly. It seems that his brother needs a reminder of who is dealing with. And what is to happen when you try to leave behind a brotherhood. He scoffs at her warning, and slinks closer with his thick head lowering to knee height. He is a king now? the wolf roars with laughter as the words leave the woman's lips and Ivar's dark lips contort in a smirk. "I wouldn't call this trespassing, more like a visit from an old friend," he sneers at the woman as she tucks her head to her chest. He notices her eyes dart to the jungle, and he can not help but revel in her fear and her hint at escape. "Can you deliver a message, princess?" he asks in a taunting tone, as if she were too stupid to complete such a simple task. His inky hide twitches as he waits in expectation of her answer. A mischievous glint shines in his dark eyes. Yes, she will do just fine. He craves to feel her beneath him, to feel her squirm and to hear her cries fill the still night air. Yes, this will be her fate tonight, the Norns demand it. Translation: none <3
brother to Björn & Lagertha
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- & i’ll show you who this heart beats for - By Tigerlily January 15, 2020 at 05:37:57 AM
- wolf's teeth are near. - By Ivar January 17, 2020 at 10:11:34 PM
- & i’ll show you who this heart beats for - By Tigerlily January 30, 2020 at 02:24:16 AM
- wolf's teeth are near. - By Ivar January 17, 2020 at 10:11:34 PM
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