this man leaves a ruin upon the ground. a ruin of flesh and bone, slack-jawed in the snow. fenris' eyes graze the body momentarily, then eyes flicker upwards to meet his gaze.
he is large, thick with the scent of blood and sweat, his mouth curling with something that is not quite a snarl, not quite a grin. fenris meets his gaze without hesitation, eyes like embers beneath the storm-heavy sky.
he listens and waits. then—
a breath curls from his nose.
there is no posturing nor any grand display. only the way his weight shifts, muscles coiling beneath thick fur as he invites the man to come at him.
he is large, thick with the scent of blood and sweat, his mouth curling with something that is not quite a snarl, not quite a grin. fenris meets his gaze without hesitation, eyes like embers beneath the storm-heavy sky.
he listens and waits. then—
faust is strong,he agrees with a smile that rings true and genuine. there is naught a thing deceitful about fenris, a man true to himself and those around him. his head tilts, a slow, considering motion.
i do not compare.
a breath curls from his nose.
come then.
there is no posturing nor any grand display. only the way his weight shifts, muscles coiling beneath thick fur as he invites the man to come at him.
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