Posted on January 17, 2020 at 10:11:34 PM by Ivar
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where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
He didn't mention us, Fenrir growls and snarls. Of course he didn't. Why would he? We are just an inconvenient piece to the past that he desperately is trying to cover up. It is not shocking that Björn has returned to the Isles to pretend and act as if everything they had ever done, never happened. Ivar scoffs at the idiot who is his flesh and blood. His attention remains narrowed at the buckskin woman as she continues to berate and lay out her empty threats into the still midnight air. "Oh princess, you must not be that important then. He apparently didn't care enough to fill you in on one of the most important parts of his life," Ivar taunts in a menacing tone as he slightly raises his head and looks down his nose at her. "And it is you who are going to regret not leaving, honey," he scoffs as a wicked sneer contorts his lips. He has warned her, told her that he is hungry. Yet, she does not heed his warning. Stupid, arrogant princess. He hungrily consumes the delicate curve of her hips and the swelling of her belly, he would feel all of her. It pleases the wolf when she continues to refuse, Fenrir revels in her rebellion. With every word that leaves her lips she revels her feelings for Björn, she truly loves the bastard. And as she roars and lunges at him, Ivar can feel the vibration of his smoky inky hide. "Come here let me feel your flesh against mine," Ivar whispers darkly as she lunges toward him. Her aim is true and feels her blunt teeth against the skin of his shoulder, and the pinch as they close together around his inky hide. It is a trap that he has set for her; like that of a spider waiting for the unsuspecting fly. As her teeth pinch together, Ivar makes his move, he knows she will be too preoccupied with her attack to see his coming. He does not pull away but uncoils his hind legs and lunges straight into her shoulder. He can feel that she is off balance from her lunge; which he sees as the opportune moment for him to knock her to the jungle floor. They scramble together, him using brute force and adrenaline to topple the buckskin princess to the ground. She hits the jungle floor with a resounding thud and he can hear the sound of her breath whooshing from her lungs, as the air is knocked out of her. His nostrils flare with each breath, sweat pricks beneath his tangled mane, as he looks down at the mare who lays prone at his hooves. She desperately gasps for breath, and he reveles in her weakness. Dark eyes narrow as the pungent scent of blood fills the air, he checks his shoulder to see a slow trickle of blood dripping down the length of his shoulder. Yet, there is more than just the scent his blood that fills the air. His dark eyes fall on the prone princess as she tries to gather her strength, he drops his dark muzzle to her alabaster cheek. He places a long kiss to her cheek, then he lets his muzzle run the length of her cheek and down her nape, where he leaves another kiss. "Mmmm, princess, you are delicious.. I can see why my brother likes you so much," he sneers before pivoting away from her prone body, letting her lie there, alone. "Don't forget my message, love," he says with a snort and a swish of his tail as he retreats into the shadows of the jungle. Translation: none <3
brother to Björn & Lagertha
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ooc: phew that was intense! <3
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- & i’ll show you who this heart beats for - By Tigerlily January 30, 2020 at 02:24:16 AM
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