Stavanger Bay Bikini body

Suddenly he was aware of how his heart pounded. It was not a quick beat to some unheard tempo, but rather one that was steady and so keenly aware of morality. His solitary gaze did not deviate away from the turn of the hulking wolf; his defiance more than likely spoke volumes in the distance that was not so quickly cut between them. If this was surely to be the sands where he spilt the last of his blood and drew his last breath, Mordecai had every intention of putting up even more a fight than he had. It had been foolish to think there was a notion of reasoning with these likes, that perhaps they could have corralled one another and come to an understanding. All of that had come cleanly off the table as an option when Larkspur had been sent off the cliffside to the waters.

He half-heard the words that the dark-haired alpha spoke, too confident to tear his one-eyed gaze away from the pair that met his own in a slightly out of focus world. His lips curled into a snarl as Skellige turned away, an ear turning to the muffled sounds of his captor. There was only a moment more that he dared to bide his time when he felt those jaws clamp around his throat properly; sound involuntarily escaped him as he started to struggle once more. He did not believe in the pale wolf's words at all, that there would be no killing—the tight grip seemed to betray whatever he had uttered moments before. Not fool enough to thrash around and inevitably cut his own throat, Mordecai tried to wriggle free once again even with the onset of burning lungs desperate for breath. There wasn't much time left now.

mix & kj, feel free to powerplay mordecai how you see fit! ;)