by Fenris » Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:38 pm
*A wolf is hiding on a hill just outside the town, knowing well that he probably taste better then many of the tings that are eaten by the orcs and dwarves that's ravaging the town. Fighting wouldn't get him anywhere either, he could take one or two if he got the first move, maybe even three if he got lucky. But the waves of orcs and dwarves seemed countless so he stayed in the shadows hoping for an opportunity to get to the motel he had heard about*
The wolf would one day be responsible for the destruction of the world. So while he was still a pup the gods chained him to a rock a mile down into the earth. On the day of Ragnarok, he will break his chains and join the battle against the gods.