[Freki]

000 Words

Wolf's Night You can't throw me to the w o l v e s One keen eye watched the tree lines with all the practice and precision of someone who knew the forest as home, and he did, he recognized nearly every downed log and creek and each one marked a different path in the forest, in his territory. He'd seen the humans from the village coming in here more frequently, slinking through his pack's hunting grounds and downing their prey, they allowed it, because without apex predators to control the population, the forest would inevitably die. That was how life went, and the humans in the village seemed to know how to hunt with respect, he didn't trust them, but the pack allowed it because it was necessary, one wolf pack could never control the population of an entire isle, it was all a balance. But he still hated the hunters being here, he hated their smell and he hated their noise, they were useful for supplies when he could sneak close enough to their camps and lodges to steal them, but outside of that they were a nuisance, one he would rather not be here. The boy who wore a wolf pelt over his back was in his early teenage years, tall and muscled in the way that suggested endurance and speed, rather than bulk. He was criss crossed with bites and scars, and his skin was a warm tan from time spend outside in the sun. He was waiting, waiting for the Alpha of these humans, he knew the man by the way he carried himself. Some of his company had been murdering his pack, and he wanted it to stop, he would kill in return if it came to that, it would depend on how their Alpha responded to his warnings. They come when I c a l l

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[Dagur]

I'm afraid of myself, of my anger

The past few weeks had been interesting to say the least, especially after they had housed the escapee of the outcast tribe. She was strange in every sense of the word but she had taught him much about healing and how to care for the sick. A heavy storm had rolled within the lands, Thor seemingly having sent him a gift along with the storm. A Skrill had been grounded due to it and he had just so happened to come across it. Slowly he gained the girls trust as she healed her wings, now the companion of a Skrill being his most prized possession. He still flew with Zaohr every once in a while, but most of his time was spent on Nephthys. So far he had gone out simply to patrol the area, his gaze searching for the onyx coloration of the Nightfury and its rider. The hunt far from over, but he need for the smaller man burning within the his heart.

All to soon something else called for his attention.

He came in for a landing, his dragon letting out a loud screech at the wolf pelted male. He slid off, patting his dragons neck, having found them to be head shy the hard way. He eyed the other teen, finding his appearance to be just as wild as his own. A feral grin stretched across his lips and he cracked his knuckles.

"Who might you be?"'And how have I never noticed you before?'

The second part went unsaid, his eyes trained on the other like a true hunter. His stance was one in preparation for battle, but for now he was open to listening to the other speak.

| Action - "Speech" - 'Thought' |

Because my anger ends in cruelty.

► kaigra ◄

[Freki]

000 Words

Wolf's Night You can't throw me to the w o l v e s To the boy of the forest, Dragons were a wholly unknown denominator, very few ever roosted along the Isle of the Hunt, so his knowledge and comfort around them was shaky, curious, but also fearful. He heard the beating wings before the dragon touched down, and he reached for the bow on his back, notching an arrow but not taking aim just yet. The dragon was enormous up close, an impressive hunter in shape and design, but not as much as the man who climbed off of its back. The Alpha. Freki recognized him by his stance and his appearance, he'd seen him commanding the other humans, he was fearsome and unstable, a true Berserker through and through, and there was a respect in his eyes as he pulled from the underbrush, arrow still notched, regarding him with a careful eye. "Freki." He growled, voice low and guarded, his nose wrinkled and his lip curled in an animal expression of warning, "you are the Alpha of your pack?" He tilted his head to the side, eyeing both of them carefully, "I have words." It was here that he held the bow at the ready to shoot, aimed at the man's shoulder, if he had to he would fire a warning shot, but for now he just waited, "your brothers will stop killing mine." He wrinkled his nose, "Or I will kill yours." He didn't want to kill any humans, he wasn't the type to go seeking danger and death, but if he had to to protect his family, "they cannot speak, so I am here to speak for them." It was here that his head quirked in curiosity, lowering his weapon to study the dragon, the same one he'd seen decorating the village in various places, "Skrill." He'd heard the name from someone else, approaching carefully, curiously, he'd never seen a dragon up close before, much less one so impressive and fearsome. They come when I c a l l

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