Bite Into Me Harder, Sink Your Teeth Into My Flesh

The scent of her brother's lured her in, a shark in bloodied waters. The battlefield was familiar to her, and being in it's sweet presence once more set her nerves on fire. A shiver coursed down Freyja's spine and she hummed in pleasure. Baldur, Skoll, and two others? Her presence would not make for a fair fight but she was not here on her own honor. No, she was here for Akemi, she was here for blood. With grand presence she stalked into their midst, hackles bristling, mocking golden wire. Her bared fangs gnashed around a snarl. "Well, well," she hissed, eying Skoll. "Isn't this a merry gathering?" She assumed the cowering, fearful imbecile was not their man. That left one other... He was large, she would give him that much. His horrid coloring would not be easy to forget, so it was no trouble taking in his visage, though she did not plan on letting him get away.


"The excrement still lives. I ought to thank you two for saving me a limb." She hoped to bring fear into the male's gut, she hoped to make his limbs quiver, his intestines go weak. She was a goddess of war and she would not be denied this victory! She would take his throat in her jaws or she would be dragged off the field by the gods themselves. The inferno within her burned, its intensity overwhelming. She cried out, "What are we waiting for?!" If the others lacked punctuality it was their own folly, this pile of shit could not be allowed to escape without payment for his crimes. He had well and truly dug his own grave, messing with their superior lineage. He probably had no idea just how dead he was...