Ouroboros Spine darkening scorn

More was said. Hot air escaping to the chasm between them. Raimo listened only because he could not tear off his own ears; when the man spoke of his lies Raimo chuffed, unable to hold back the urge to laugh. It was a deep sound that he swiftly ended. Adrastus could believe what he wanted but above all else, Raimo was no liar.

There was no use in speaking now. Adrastus would go to Kukutux, he would hear the truth from the mouth of the wise-woman.

Away he would go with the marten hanging from his pale face, while Raimo stared after him; he willed his golden eye to burn through the back of his head and end him there. A fantastical death for a lackluster man.

Turning away finally, Raimo stalked off to do as he had initially intended: seek out his fellow hunters and form himself a capable group.