I tasted her on my lips and she was delicious. He growled into the still night air with malice dripping off of every syllable. Tigerlily was delicious and when her body hit the earth and she groaned... it had send shivers down his spine. When he had breathed over her soft gilded skin and her scent wafted into his nostrils, he had craved to taste her blood.

Björn had risen up to meet him in mid-air and their bodies had clashed. His air had been forced from his lungs but every bit of adrenaline spurred him further into a flurry of bitting and snapping. He was the beast, the úlfur that slunk beneath his onyx skin. A growl erupted from his lips as his brother clamped his teeth on his crest, but it excited him to feel his brother tearing his flesh. When they finally separate, their sides heaved from exhaustion; but Ivar watched with dark eyes narrowed as Björn limped into the shadows of the Forest.

"Where does the bastard think he is going?" Fenrir growled.

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Ivar limps after his brother, but with each stride a new resolve raises its ugly head. He will end his pathetic excuse of a brother right now; beneath the silvery light of the moon. A wicked sneer pulls his lips up. Yes, if he destroy his brother then those of his home will have no choice but to bow before him. He laughs into the still midnight air, it is a haunting and eery sound as it leaves his ashen lips. Dark eyes narrow as they search for his brother, and is is satisfied when his dark eyes settle on the haunches of his brother as he disappears into the foliage.

He slinks forward, just a whisper amongst the crickets and sounds of the night. His ears rotate atop his head as he raises his thick head higher on his muscled neck. The sound of a scuffle excites him as he draws near, but is disappointed when he hears the muffled voices and then a sob. His dark ears disappear into his unkempt mane, pathetic he silently growls to himself. He waits, listens and scoffs to their conversation. One voice is instantly recognizes as his brother but the other... feminine and full of sorrow.

"It would be criminal, if we didn't go to comfort her," Fenrir laughs darkly.

He grows impatient as they continue to converse about whatever stupid thing that pops into their empty heads. Enough. His muscles bunch beneath his onyx hide as he pushes through the thick foliage and into the clearing. He stands to the right of the bald faced mare, who he now sees, stands cozied up to his brother. Oh how the Norns favor Ivar in this midnight hour.

"Is this why you leave our battle? To cuddle up to your whore?" he spits between barred teeth. He sizes them up and knows that his brother is exhausted and wounded, but her... he lowers his thick skull lower to the hardened earth beneath his hooves. His dark eyes hungrily consume every inche of her soft skin. "We are ravenous honey, now let us taste your flesh," Ivar growls.