December 27, 2024, 07:01 PM
luhtar moved through the cold winter woods. pawsteps of iron and boulder upon earth harsh against the frost-covered earth. the sharp crackle of brittle snow underfoot, he paid it no mind. there was no need for caution here. his broad shoulders rolled as he strode forth, weaving his way through briar and cold tree, holding tight in large jaws the weight of a plump rabbit.
a harsh wind blowing inward slapped him in the face with a scent. familiar. yngvi. sometime since he last spoke with her, and though he'd meant this meal for himself, he is driven by selflessness first. it is his directive to make sure the women of forneskja are cared for, first and foremost. with whelping season swiftly approaching. with a soft grunt, he adjusted his path, the plump carcass swaying slightly as he lumbered toward her scent. the thick fur of his neck bristles slightly against the winter chill, though he is grateful for his thick, pudgy body—granting him warmth and hearth. as he came close to yngvi, he chuffs a warm greeting to the woman, voice a deep timbre within throat.
nearing her, luhtar drops the rabbit at her feet, painting the hardened snowfall in splatters of warm crimson.
he did not ask. he leans in, nose pressing against the soft fur of her throat in greeting.
“eat,” he says.
a harsh wind blowing inward slapped him in the face with a scent. familiar. yngvi. sometime since he last spoke with her, and though he'd meant this meal for himself, he is driven by selflessness first. it is his directive to make sure the women of forneskja are cared for, first and foremost. with whelping season swiftly approaching. with a soft grunt, he adjusted his path, the plump carcass swaying slightly as he lumbered toward her scent. the thick fur of his neck bristles slightly against the winter chill, though he is grateful for his thick, pudgy body—granting him warmth and hearth. as he came close to yngvi, he chuffs a warm greeting to the woman, voice a deep timbre within throat.
nearing her, luhtar drops the rabbit at her feet, painting the hardened snowfall in splatters of warm crimson.
he did not ask. he leans in, nose pressing against the soft fur of her throat in greeting.
“eat,” he says.
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RE: warmth - by Luhtar - December 27, 2024, 07:01 PM
RE: warmth - by Yngvi - December 27, 2024, 07:44 PM
RE: warmth - by Luhtar - December 27, 2024, 08:10 PM
RE: warmth - by Yngvi - 2 hours ago