"We hunger," Fenrir growls, the voice is dark and resides in the deepest recesses of Ivar's mind. It wreathes and whines in desperate attempts to be set free, to finally have all control over the onxy Icelandic. Revenge. Blood. Chaos. All drove the beast and breathed life into its barren bones. Fenrir craves the metallic taste of blood, the pleading words of his victims and the dullness that creeps into their eyes at their last breath. A wicked grins crawls across the wolf's jaws.
"Any flesh will do," Fenrir whines again "Quiet." Ivar grunts. The hair along his spine bristles. He tires of the wolf's constant belly aching. "We heard that," Fenrir growls as he slithers back into the darkness.
The onyx Icelandic slinks through the darkness, beneath the naked branches of the trees and through the dense foliage he presses. Dark eyes dart around, they search through the shadows and darkness, for any lost soul. Any flesh that could satisfy the wolf's hunger.
Dark ears appear from beneath his matted, knotted mane as he draws to a halt within the shadows. The midnight hour conceals him from sight, just his dark eyes flicker and reflect the silver light of the moon. A movement draws his attention as a lone woman draped in silver and white appears from the dense forest. He raises as brow as she steps to the pool's edge - and despite the frigid temperatures - enters the waters. A wicked grin crawls across his whiskered lips as he watches her, hungrily he consumes her supple hips and curve of her shoulders.
"She will do just fine," Fenrir resurfaces, his lips pull back to reveal his yellowing fangs. Ivar shifts his weight and with his movement - a twig snaps - and he growls a protest. Now, his element of surprise is gone. He can feel the anger smolder within his being and it courses through his veins.
Come to keep me warm, stranger?
"Skítur," he whispers beneath his breath as he pushes through the trees and into the small clearing. His dark eyes are drawn to the woman as she invites him closer. "If you wanted to stay warm... you shouldn't of taken a midnight bath," he snarls.
"Now. Could you get out so I can quench my thirst?" he snaps.
