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Ｎｏｒｗａｙ  Ｈａｒｂ  Ｔｏｒｅｔｔｏ

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A large, no, enormous frame was sprawled out on a rock, basking in the sun as she-wolf let the rays of sunshine drain through her pours. The wolfs coat bristled a bit as the water from the rushing river splashed slightly on her. She was lost in a dream, when her brother was alive not dead. Memories of all the good times they had together played like a broken record in her mind, replaying itself over and over again. A she-wolf whose fur looked like the reminiscence of a long forgotten flame. A figure who seemed to be made of complete ash, beside her wild eyes, shifted uncomfortably. There was a name that the hybrid creature went by, some knew her just by her name. Norway or Nor suits her well, though she prefers Norway only because her brother always called her 'Nor'. As the minutes passed and the eerie silence now stung the four-legged animals ear drums, she shuffled to her paws. Drawing her front paws outward in a stretching manner before arching her back up and Groaning as the once tense muscles eased up to loosen. Bright emerald green wolf eyes skimmed the area around her, a loud thunder crackling growl erupted in her throat at the sound of hooves bounding the surface. Flicking her right ear to hear where they were heading, a lip curling in disgust as a breeze current drew each of their scents to her now flaring nostrils. Taking a few steps off the rock, light on her feet as she padded after the herd. Lurking in the shadows her glistening orbs flashed as the far neared them. A few more inches and she'll be on their heels. Swerving to one side she enclosed upon a doe that was in her line of sight. Knowing for a fact that they were migrating only made her snicker. Lunch time Norway thought. She extended her legs further, pushing her speed to bolt passed the leader like a tremendous machine. Weening between two trees the fae leaped out of the tree line and launched herself out of the shadows and clasped her jaw around it's neck and flung her body out to the side. In an eye blink it's head snapped and just as she rounded the side of it the entire head of the beast popped off and she landed sharply on her paws. Her fangs still sunk deep into the top of it's head that was placed in her maw. Watching as it rocked a tad then fell at her paws. Snarling with annoyance she spat the head out and sinking her canines deep into it's back, gripping the spinal cord. In one quick jerk she tore it's spine out and tossed it aside then ripped the windpipe out. Holding up a fore-paw she swiftly swiped at it's under belly and smirked as blood and guts poured out. Tracking her tongue across her crimson muzzle. Like most werewolves they were larger, faster and stronger than your average wolf, which indeed Norway stood at the height of 16 hands tall, reaching the height of a 6'8 tall man. It was amazing how masculine and enormous she was, quite intimidating at that. The she-wolf now shifted into her human form, long thick coal black hair falling past her elbows and stopping jut above her tail bone. A smirk sprouted on her features as she drew out a dagger, kneeling down Norway stabbed the center of the buck, beginning to skin it and chop the meat up so she could take the rest home she didn't eat now and save some for later on.

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