Shout At The Devil

the baneful beast lay cradled inside a hollowed out tree, felled by the mighty odin in his tiresome rage no doubt. the stiffening corpse of his veridae feirna covered him, hiding his abstract body from the neutral colors of his surroundings. it was dreadfully peaceful like this, birds whispering amoungst each other and squirrels going batshit crazy over their winter harvest. he hadn't minded at first, being swooned by multiple women upon his arrival, but now fending off the thirsty whores seemed more like a job than sport.



he would have been more than content to drift off into slumber, willingly opening his mind to the gods, had it not been for the other man's angered demanding. jaeger's alabaster ears swiveled from their alert positioning to rest against his skull, dual-colored eyes widening in slight disbelief. and just as he thought it, the gods commanded it. he could feel the thundrous roaring of thor beneath his malnourished body. he pushed his modest head through the space between fierna's neck and foreleg, peering surprisingly at the faintly similarly hued male. "well you've angered them now, haven't you friend?"