Duskfire Glacier сейчас самое время умереть
he isn't in control, and he'd hate that more than anything.
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Trade 

the clock was ticking. soon, darukaal would march from their glacier to snuff the lives of saatsine. the soldier is ready—always ready for war. the anticipation sang in his veins. a thrum, a rush that would build and built until he would release. 

an explosion, ready to take the lives of whomever stood in his way. 

it made his teeth ache. an itch to hone himself, to prepare. and so his gruff howl would call to the other darukaal soldiers. demanding they come and prove their strength, to test their bite.
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Exploring the Glacier apart of Darukaal.
ᴍ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs 
keshka may join him in all threads, lest private 
I was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.
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the warbringer answers the call of his soldier, still warm and full of adrenaline from the spar with faust. blood hums beneath dark fur, muscles loose and primed from battle.
blackfell approaches iosef with a clipped bark, sharp; commanding. shoulders roll, sinew shifting beneath scarred pelt as he settles into stance.
eyes sharp, calculating—he sizes up his soldier, appraising strength and stance, looking for weakness. battle-hungry grin pulls at lips.
his onyx crown jerks sharply.
come. show your bite.
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his war cry answered by a man draped in black with eyes of burning crimson. unfamiliar to him, but carrying the scent of his blood-brother. the strength he exudes was no question; he would make a fine opponent. with a roll of broad shoulders and the pop of bone, the soldier nods. "aye." is all has to offer. there would be no room for words in their fight. only room for violence, the clash of teeth, and blood spilled.

footsteps heavy with purpose, Iosef moves forward to crash his chest against his opponent's. a crash of mountains, a test of power. pushing and admiring the resistance he's met with. weapons unsheathed for now, as he wouldn't aim to draw blood until his opponent had made his first move. for now, he assesses.
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common    russian
Exploring the Glacier apart of Darukaal.
ᴍ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs 
keshka may join him in all threads, lest private 
I was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name.
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— the warbringer stood, still as the glacier wind, eyes locked on iosef. the soldier's challenge was met with a nod, sharp and final. no words were needed; the clash of bodies would speak for them.​
blackfell lunged, muscles coiled and released in a surge of power. their bodies collided, a thunderous impact that echoed across the ice. teeth bared, he aimed for iosef's shoulder, testing his defense, seeking weakness.
norse“ · common