Dreamscape, pt. 7

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Description: Fenrir is summoned.
Word Count: 3054

“Yes, my
lord, I see that you have found your sacrifice.”  Ulric took Jack’s shoulders and steered him
forward, towards the wolf.  He appeared
to have found his voice again, much to Jack’s chagrin.  “He is powerful- a half human, half creature
thing that will appease your tremendous appetite.”

Fenrir
turned to look at Ulric as he stepped neatly out of the remnants of the fire,
sitting on the ground.  He wasn’t a
particularly big wolf- Jack had expected something the size of a house, but the
wolf was a tad smaller than a Great Dane.
His coat was course and thick, a mottling of reds and grays like the
wild wolves of Northern Europe.  The only
thing off about him, in fact, was the intensity of his golden eyes, and the
intelligence in the way his dog-eyebrows quirked up when he looked at his high
priest.

Ulric
dropped to his knees under that gaze, and now his hands were shaking.

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