Witch's Marsh Don't you remember when you were young, and you wanted to set the world on fire?

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Akavir had missed many moments in Mae’s life—the scars that littered her body was testament of this. Each notch a mark of his failure—just the same as Lilitu’s missing eye. Of Arielle, Jakub and Nicodem’s disappearance.

So when a mountain of a man went to strike his daughter, there was no other thought from the father as he ushered a savage snarl, his own muscled form coming to barrel into the side of the man and knock him from his course of attack—his jaws aiming to punish while held low, to keep his throat protected—

—but most importantly, to drive the man away from Mae, and stop him with his own punishing fangs seeking the throat and blood of a mountain.