𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Oh my clever Peaches

Munnin arrived with supplies for Grayah, his wings slowly coming to a stop as his feet touched down on the clearing.

He dropped the bag of supplies when he noticed Fenrir was gone, the enchanted chains now lay in ruin.

His eyes darted to the torture table, and then to the flogging whip, feeling alarmed witnessing the large amount of blood that was spilled everywhere.

"peaches, peaches!"

He madly rushed around calling out for you, completely heartbroken when he found no trace of you.

He yelled out to Grayah but she too didn't answer, the forest remaining deathly silent.

His heart began to beat fast, which confused him. He hasn't felt his heart pound within his chest in many years, believing his heart had turned to stone.

Yet you being hurt or possible dead stirred his heart alive, desperately needing to know if you live, if the blood spilled everywhere was yours.

He sprinted to the table and immediately lapped up some blood, recognising instantly that it was your blood.

His face saddened, rage flowed through him,  infuriated at Grayah. He knew she tortured you, hurt you, maybe even killed you.

He quickly ran over to the forest floor where most of the blood lay pooled. He knew judging by the amount of blood, that this was a scene of death, and the blood would confirm who lived and who died.

He scooped the blood with his finger and sucked it clean. Immediately spitting it out when it didn't taste of you.

Your blood tasted almost sweet to him, whilst Grayah's tasted rotten. This blood was vile, confirming it was Grayah's.

He smirked "oh my clever Peaches, you survived"

Munnin was elated, he knew Grayah lost the fight.

He was finally rid of her.

He looked to the sky, and saw the sun was setting, he knew if he didn't leave now before it got dark he wouldn't be able to track where Fenrir went.

He desperately wanted to find you before you found your way to the palace. He instantly took flight and scanned the skies in search of you and Fenrir.

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It was dark when Munnin arrived at the rural town of Tensir, he followed the large paw prints from the sky to the town.

He suddenly heard a loud shriek, almost like a squawk. He recognised the sound, it was his former  raven friend Huggin.

He took flight, hiding his body within a large tree and watched downwards. His eyes grew wide as he saw Fenrir attack Huggin.

He knew it wasn't going to be much of a match, Fenrir, the beast Odin himself was afraid of was too powerful and too fast. He continued watching in glee as Fenrir suddenly ripped into Huggin, tossing him around until he spat him out.

He enjoyed the fight immensely, chuckling to himself as he heard the bones of Huggins wing snap before being tossed in the cold dark waters.

Suddenly his eyes fill with want when he saw you run out of the tent. Hearing your voice yell in panic stirred his desire for you.

He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up and take you away right then. But after witnessing the speed of Fenrir against Huggin he didn't want to take the chance.

He watched as Fenrir picked you up and sprinted away, his mind battling with his body. He wanted to chase after you now, have you in his arms now, make and you his now. But he was forced to delay the hunt, which only made his anger soar, and his mind consumed with possessive longing.