Chained || Fenrir and Tilden
March 5th 1979 Aversio Stronghold @tildentoots
The bonds on his wrists were starting to irritate. They were cutting into his flesh, reminding him of the times before Loren and his wolf pack, where he had been tied down during full moons and his inner wolf had howled madly in his head. At that moment, it was scratching and snarling in his head, angrier with the situation than Fenrir was himself. He tried to quieten his mind but he was checked on far too often and the wolf inside went mad every time.
He didn't recognise then man who had entered the room, his mask in place, but he could tell by the stench of testosterone that it was indeed a man. A mouse ran across his path and he lifted his boot, slamming it down on the rodent without even a glance at it. "Have you come to feed us or kill us?" he asked, looking straight at the man, eyes unblinking.