Ears like a knife
Eyes like moss
Hair the colour of fresh snow
Skin the colour of tea with cream
With tattoos like silver
Armour with feathers sharp as a dagger
His chains once strong lie broken on the ground
Once a slave
Now a man
Free as the wolf of which he is named
But thrice as deadly
A friend of that which he once hated
He is my friend
My comrade
My lover
His name is Fenris
And he is no longer a slave to his hatred