Still the rages of Asgard swept. A Howl to the stars and sky filled with dimonds dusted to the Heavens, The black wolf, black as ashe stood on the Bifrost with his sons, Hati of the moon, and Skoll the sun chaser. His nose to their cold fur covered backs the big Fenrir swept his ever curled tail dusting the rainbow colored ground. His Family was his strength. Here in this night he watched as Heimdall guarded the Glittery bridge for signs of trouble, as the Red caped Thor, and his half-brother Loki thin as a deer cross onto its path. The mighty Hammer Miljnior hung just inches off a leather hose hide strap at Thors side. Loki with his emrald green cape and forest green attire stepped with care by the over sized beast of a son. Leaning his right hand with a soft feather-like touch the Father greeted his son with pride as Fenrirs sons sat with pasience wating for their next command. Lokis right hand intwined in the big wolfs fur, if only for a moment the big Beast felt the cold slithery touch of his fathers icy embrace, trained at an early age Fenrir would lay on command and be silent under his fathers gentle touch, The big wolf was tamed only to Loki, any of the gods who feared him had a good reason to do so, the towering wolf was a mighty beast, but in Lokis hand a mere puppy, and as the Trickster passed by he shared his secrets with his son, who stood guard over his own pups, wating for the sunrise. END
Posted on: Mon, 26 Aug 2013 02:12:22 +0000
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