Dragoncrest Cliffs Out of Bounds

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At first, Njord sprinted away from the indomitable @Kigipigak, wheeling across the fields to put as much space between him and the Watch as possible. Eventually, the fire of adrenaline seeped from his veins completely and his gait changed into an excruciating hobble. The seafarer’s right ankle was torn up and swollen while his left cheek was punctured. Blood oozed into the dense fur of his ruff, staining his pelt until the red turned a murky brown. The march back home was painful, sad, and embarassing.

By nightfall, Njord crossed the borders with a hurt body and a heavy mind. Not only had he lost Valmúa to a challenger, but he had lost it to someone he had met before – someone he might have been friends with. And the fight had been so fast… Even with the woman’s assault, Njord could not best the Northerner. He felt utterly worthless and sorry for himself. Again, he had been beaten by someone like Aegir.

Ashamed, the firebrand moved silently across the territory to find a hiding spot where he could bury his head in the sand. He moved with a terrible limp and wanted nothing more than to be alone and lick his proverbial (and actual) wounds.