Jörmungandr
My eyes follow the beauty tending to the large black horse inside its stable pen. She is the most exotic creature I have ever seen. She looks like an Angel and moves like a Siren. Her curvy body calls to me, and that backside, so plump, I wish to sink my teeth into it.
Who knew Midgardians could be so enticing?
This place Fenrir has set up is strange to me. I am unaware of their customs, having never lived amongst Lycans. But I am a quick learner.
Only a handful of times have I taken the form of a man. Curiosity is what caused me to do it in the past, wanting to see things through the eyes of others. I must admit that my brother did well collecting the unwanted and giving them a home.
I have yet to formally meet Fenrir’s mate, but I will. I wish to shake her hand for takin
