Raven's Watch [m] α

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hvis din mor kunne se dig...

"hvis min mor kunne se mig," skorpa growled to that grating voice in his head, "ville hun forbande guderne for at have ladet mig leve ved fødslen."

brunhilde had only loved einor and svein. sigurd had been standoffish, enough to where skorpa no longer included him in fatherly saga — but einor, einor, einor! "guderne gav dem tre sønner, og de elskede kun to."

ravens blackened the sky. skorpa leant his head back against the stone. he was tired, so very tired, and his exhaustion made him weak. angered tears stung the man's eyes, a secret over which he would kill to protect, but for a moment skorpa was only an abandoned boy with the marks of a father's teeth in his hide.

they had made him do it. they had driven him to it! his laughter was crazed then, an echo which did nothing to dispel those jet wings.

fire-eyes opened in hate. a childish sniffle. he angrily wiped his mouth, smearing old blood and rot along his wrists. this was a man! he was a man, blooded many times as a warrior; it did nothing to cry. skorpa's last meal had been a rabbit and its gore caked his front — but this had been many days ago. the scents of a man and a woman were strong here and it was why he had begun to trail them at a distance. her footfalls were filled with something harsh. his scent was the brash reek of a confident man. perhaps these two had come to fuck themselves into a new pack, and the potential that they had dug even a shallow cache kept the exile shifting forward on their trail.

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