Vaði Vitnis

"Vaði Vitnis" is an Extended Universe thread written on August 2, 2015.
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Fenrir: It was a fantastic tale not many believed, the massive, ghostly wolf roaming the aftermath of a destroyed dungeon whose jagged rock walls pierced the smoky air like sharp teeth. No one dared venture there–no one could even be sure of what had happened. The massive quakings of the earth of late had led many to finally begin whispering of the beginning of Ragnarok. The rumors spun wild tales of vindictive demons and massive gods swiping and crushing the earth, re-shaping it with their very steps as they fought, of massive armies raised from the dead, brother against brother, father against children, friend against friend. Many nervously chose to ignore the whispers and hid within their small villages, praying the war would not travel to them, even going so far as to denounce the wandering travelers that came to deliver warnings and casting them out as liars and instigators.
Whether they believed in the rumors or not mattered little to the demon wolf haunting the ruins. He had established his domain and slowly gathered strength and bloodlust strong enough to hunt down his target: the very king of the gods, Odin himself. Fenrir had no doubts about finding him. His lathering breath could be heard for miles, his silhouette through the smoke and mist imposing and fear-striking, spreading wild tales about the shadowy wolf who lived in the crater destroyed by a witch. His very existence was a challenge the gods could not ignore. Most of all the god that had trapped him beneath the surface of the earth for so many years. Fenrir wanted revenge and he wanted it now.
With the remnants of his undead wolves and dogs milling at his feet, the wolf stood, baring his teeth and leaving the ruins for the last time. A threatening, billowing threat hissed from between his blood-caked fangs and echoed with his loping bounds:
“Time has come…váði vitnis…for slaughter…for death.”
Odin: Through the mist a colossal form made its way towards the dungeon. Odin, having slain many gods at this time, was far larger, and more evolved than before. He looked like a mighty white elephant, with the muscles and attributes of a dragon. Squid like tentacles hide the mouth full of razor sharp, tree sized teeth his mouth possessed. Two enormous tusks protruded from the sides of his jaws and he shook them fiercely as his humanoid like hands gripped the earth. “Fenrir,” Odin’s Scottish like voice called. “Er lookin mighey fine there boi. Got ah new fur cut? Oh don tell me, ye brushed er teeth dina?”
Fenrir: A sharp bark snapped through the air and Fenrir’s teeth clashed on the fog. “Mock me not,” he snarled, scraping at the earth with claws as long as warships. “Gods look…no better.” A large amber eye rolled to stare at the beast, pupil contracting. “Insults will do you no good. Your fate…remains unchanged.”
Odin: “Oh sonney,” Odin sighed. “This is whey we locked yoo up to begin with. Ye never evolved past our primitive kill en crush em stage. Ye were a danger.” he gave a small laugh…a humorless one. “Actually…yer less o a danger now than ye ever were. Cus people are all underground bei this point, there an no one you can ‘arm ecpt me laddie.” he licked his tongue. “Ye deserved to be locked away. But…I suppose ye also deserve yer revenge. After all I ave been readyin for it well over a thousand years ba now.” 
Fenrir: “I care not…for the humans. Smidges on the earth. Die or not, it matters little.” Fenrir crouched lower, tail sweeping back and forth and stirring the dust. “Your blood, matters last. Death…is welcome…if your death first comes. Then no longer will be the chain around my paws.”
Odin: “Ble ble ble, etcetera etcetera,” Odin said. “Ey get it, er an insensitive ol coot who wants me head, CAN WEI GET ON WIT IIIIIIT!?” 
Fenrir: The fire in the wolf’s eyes flared brighter. A soundless roar thundered from his lungs as he lunged forward, shaking the earth with his massive strides, growling oaths in a language long forgotten. Odin was massive, but not much bigger than the wolf himself, and with a final leap he shoved his head downwards and smashed his forehead into the underside of his neck, hoping to topple him and win the battle early.
Odin: Odin toppled over, but his massive hands came up, grabbing the wolfs ribs and gripping him tightly. Using his momentum to roll himself over, and flung Frenrir away from him. 
Fenrir: Fenrir flew hundreds of yards away and skidded across the ground, but he rose to his feet almost immediately, slavering and shaking with anger. He charged at Odin again and locked his jaws around one of Odin’s feet, shaking furiously.
Odin: Despite Odin’s improved size, he was still noticeably smaller than the great wolf, and was tossed around by the gods mighty jaw. Odin roared and struggled as he was thrashed around. He pawed at the ground before finally wrapping himself around Fenrir’s head and bit down on him. “Yer bitin meh like a fookin lap dog ye mangey cur! Odin growled around his mouthful.
Fenrir: With a massive roar, Fenrir rose up on his hind paws and fell backwards, slamming most of his immense body weight down onto the king of the gods. The earth shook with a blast of force from the movement, and a huge cloud of dust and smoke and fog rolled outwards from the point of impact, the slow-moving cloud expanding for leagues. The plains caved into a sloping valley. Speak not!! he bellowed, rolling to his feet and sinking his mile-long fangs into the scruff of Odin’s dragon form.
Odin: Odin let out a bellow and swung his arms around to beat and strike Fenrir’s sides. He remembered his fight with Hel at the very start of this war, and then gagged as he felt the wolf’s teeth sink further into his neck.
“Whel ow bout that…” He thought remoursfully as he continued to struggle. “At dee end of it all…oi think I’m…understanin…whot dat wee lass had that oi nerr did…”
Odin reached up in a vain attempt to pry his mouth open. “Fenrir!” He roared. “Yeer need tu understan sommin! Oi-argh! Oi may be on me whay out…but she…she still out der…and ye better ope, that ye don…go…afta…er kids…!”
Fenrir: Fenrir flung Odin by the neck across the land, and he skidded in a massive churning of earth and forest and water. The wolf was immediately charging towards him once more, several hundred miles away, but closing the gap quickly with his massive, loping pace. Thousands of gnashing, wailing dogs trailed in the wolf’s wake, and the travelers foolish enough to be walking the earth stood no chance against the massive packs of undead beasts.
“Children will burn!” he said through slavering jaws, shaking the earth as he ran. His head dipped down as he passed by and snapped up an entire castle, sending rubble and dust scattering for hundreds of miles. His fiery eyes focused in on Odin. “No gods…no children of whence…they brought…no escape!! Offspring face the wrath…of the betrayed…of imprisonment…only the vargr and his dogs will remain!!”
Odin: Odin’s legs trembled as he tried to get up. “Heh…she thins she con dew it…take yer anger…meik it her own…and still be able ter luv ther humans loke tha foolish girl she is…”
The shadow of the wolf fell over him.
“I dunno ow its gon go between ya. But maybe…maybe she was right da ole time…maybe ders somthin special boute er. Either way…however it goes…its gonna hur-!”
And then Fenrir collide with the God of light and glory, and the Devine life left his body.
Fenrir: The sound Odin’s body made when Fenrir plowed into it was indescribable; a massive cacophony of flesh rending and godly bones breaking, horns shattering and wings and limbs tearing, and the wolf yawned his jaws wide and sank his mouth into Odin’s throat, beginning to feast. The blood that poured from Odin’s wounds seemed as though it was made of brilliant, opalescent light, and it poured over Fenrir’s jaws and throat and paws and began flooding the earth below them, spreading like a beautiful tidal wave. 
His belly full, the wolf of Ragnarok tilted his head to the sky and released a powerful howl, the bass of which rattled through the earth, and anyone within distance could feel it shake the very air in their lungs, and they knew fear. They knew that someone…something…had won. 
Odin’s blood caked the wolf’s pelt in a crystalline hide made of thousands of needle-like shards, blinding even in the dim fog, and his eyes seemed to leak stars as the fiery liquid spilled like tears under his eyes and over the corners of his mouth, which now dripped with water that boiled and shone like the sun. His eyes were orbs of solid white light too bright to make contact with. When he shook, the crystals chimed like an eerie song, and he began to pace away, leaving the god’s body to ruin and scavengers, his pack milling around his feet, yowling and screaming his praise as they all disappeared into the gray mist.
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