Neverwinter Forest black leaf

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The day had begun to draw to a close, the sun making it's descent as Skoll sought to devour it, giving way for the illustrious moon evade Skoll's sister: Hati. Sol and Mani were not so easily deceived by the gaping jowls of the devourer siblings and night after night and day after day they rose victorious from their battles. A howl rose for him, unfamiliar and laced with what Kjalarr thought to be ire. His hackles bristled as he altered his course and made his way to where the woman had summoned him. He drew in a deep breath, summoning his conviction to nurse his ire to a calm state as he laid eyes upon her, pallid against the backdrop of dark grays the darkening skies had painted the forest to his monochromacy. She stood, angered and bristled and his tail rose above his back, refusing to relent. Refusing to bow to the ferocity and fire of her wrath. He had stolen nothing. His family had supported his reign and he did not stand at the helm alone. His aunt lead beside him. Together, they worked as equals.

Through adoption or through blood: it did not matter. He was Scimitar's son just as much as he was Ragnar's and he would never discredit the work his father had put into the legacy of Neverwinter. He was experienced and willing to repay his father in death in a way that he had never been able to in life: by working to continue what he had built. To honor him in the greatest way that Kjalarr knew how. Calmly, the viking waited for her to speak, confident in his belief that there was many venomous words she desired to spit at him.

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