[Ivar hadn't really noticed the rage creeping up on him, for he was always in a state of anger. It was how he'd survived this long. When it got tuned up into a feverish pitch of utter fury, and the need to stalk, hunt, and kill, he hadn't even bothered trying to fight. He just gave in.
Rage's blessing truly was one for him, for Ivar otherwise would've been fairly limited in how far or fast he could go. While his legs were still a hindrance, the pain that would have otherwise stopped him was almost completely gone. He would just keep going and going until someone stopped him. Hunting came naturally to him. In a world where he'd always been considered weak and lesser, he'd had to prove himself time and again that he was top dog. Now that it came down to hunting down those too weak to survive, he was a natural at it.
He wasn't fast, but heaven help anyone he actually caught up to. He wouldn't leave much of anything left after he was done with them.]
Ivar Ragnarsson | Predator | OTA
[Ivar hadn't really noticed the rage creeping up on him, for he was always in a state of anger. It was how he'd survived this long. When it got tuned up into a feverish pitch of utter fury, and the need to stalk, hunt, and kill, he hadn't even bothered trying to fight. He just gave in.
Rage's blessing truly was one for him, for Ivar otherwise would've been fairly limited in how far or fast he could go. While his legs were still a hindrance, the pain that would have otherwise stopped him was almost completely gone. He would just keep going and going until someone stopped him. Hunting came naturally to him. In a world where he'd always been considered weak and lesser, he'd had to prove himself time and again that he was top dog. Now that it came down to hunting down those too weak to survive, he was a natural at it.
He wasn't fast, but heaven help anyone he actually caught up to. He wouldn't leave much of anything left after he was done with them.]
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