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Posted on February 20, 2020 at 02:37:24 AM by Ivar
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where wolf's ears are, Ivar wolf's teeth are near.
Just as he suspects, she does not shrivel nor shrink in fear, instead she taunts him. Big bad wolf. As if on command Fenrir raises his ugly black head and begins to growl. A wicked smile traces Ivar's whiskered lips and as his tongue slides across blunt teeth. "If you had any brains inside of your head, you would fear the wolf," he growls his words into the narrow space between them. Then she dares to snap her teeth at him; he instantly feels the hair along his spine bristle and stand on end. His dark eyes narrow as his ears lace against the muscles of his neck. "You should be afraid," he growls one last time before he lunges across the narrow space between them. His teeth seek out her tender flesh, anything that his blunt teeth could take ahold of. The adrenaline rushes through his veins and his body vibrates with energy, excitement courses through every muscle and sinew. This is what the wolf wants, he craves the fear, his all consuming appetite seeks to devour any in his path. If he is able to catch ahold of her skin, he would pinch it tight until a scream leaves her lips... If he is unsuccessful he will regain his ground, and try again. He would make her fear the shadows, and the things that go bump in the night. She will fear the wolf. And learn the hard way not to laugh into its face and mock him with her silver tongue. Where a wolf's ears are, his teeth are near. Translation:
brother to Björn & Lagertha
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ooc: ahaha it was perfect!!
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