He was gigantic.
The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably.
He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him.
His bare chest was o...
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It was like the apocalypse started.
Lumbering out of the brush, his paws were sopping wet with mud and dirt.
The large creature towered over the brush at seven feet, his large shadow looming over the green fauna. From head to toe, his black fur barely clung to his body. It was thin, with thinner patches showing on the skin below.
His face was similar to a wolf, but gnarly scars exposed healed flesh, and his upper-front gums were practically non-existent.
Stumbling with his skinny body and exposed rubs creating bumps across his nude chest, it was as if he just crawled out of his grave and was in search of something to fill his bottomless stomach.
A foul stench flowed off his body like a fog of plague. It was so sickening it made her eyes water.
Ullr jumped to his feet; any semblance of lust from their mounting foreplay was pushed aside. Selene stumbled to her feet and mindfully avoided stepping into the fire pit.
His blue eyes searched the creature- who sightly swayed amongst the brush and watched them quietly.
Despite the disgusting appearance, she recognized the scars and horrid smell.
"Argus..." Selene muttered, "But- You-" She opened and closed her mouth, but a proper sentence couldn't come out.
Selene watched that man get gored. How is he here?
"You-" Argus coughed, "You... You can't escape-" His voice was hoarse and breathy as if his vocal cords were damaged beyond repair, "Her."
Ullr clenched his fists and scoffed, "I recognize a witch's magic from anywhere," He growled, "And I thought the Nords snuffed them out thousands of years ago."
"What?" Selene gaped and whipped her head toward him, "Witches?"
The Nord's knuckles and finger bones snapped as they shape-shifted into large-scaled talons with thick claws sharper than spears. He rolled his shoulders as his fingertips twitched in anticipation, slowly moving to stand before Selene.
"Wait- Wait-" She looked around his gigantic figure and at Argus, "It's Signey, right? She's- She's cursed you-"
The Lycan yowled and snapped his jaws at the duo, "I AM NOT MAUDITS!" He screamed, "I'm- I'm BLESSED! Ma déesse m'a béni..." He hunched over as his hands twitched, "béni..." Argus whispered.
His insanity rolled off him like a tsunami- flooding the moods of others with his overwhelming devotion to his Goddess.
Selene understood that he was speaking French, which caused a sharp memory to jab her mind.
Roughly in the 1600s, an influx of foreigners came to Selene's homeland. They spoke a strange language with thick accents that flowed like honey. They established a place they called "Québec."
