Raven's Watch [m] α

faust stood still as stone, his green eyes piercing through the cold air to the man who circled like a scavenger eyeing a carcass. his frame loomed large, solid as the mountains that framed their icy world. snow swirled around them, the gods' breath chilling the air, a reminder of their ever-watchful gaze.

he inclined his head slightly, his voice rumbling like the distant echo of a storm. vi deler tunger, fremmed. gudene har ført mig til denne kvinde af is. hun er ikke din at tage. his words rolled in the old tongue, their cadence calm but firm, a glacier poised on the edge of breaking.

his gaze flickered to her for a brief moment, noting her defiance, her playfulness, her strength wrapped in a veil of coyness. she was toying with him, no doubt, but the evidence of her survival was plain to see—how much fuller she had grown, flesh rounding her edges. he huffed, a low, amused sound.

se, hvor fed du er blevet. det er på grund af mig. his words carried a faint edge of humor, though his stance remained unwavering, a wolf unyielding to the wind.

his gaze shifted back to the other man, his lips curling faintly into a smirk that did not reach his eyes. faust took a deliberate step forward, his size and presence cutting through the space between them like a blade.

vi kunne kæmpe som mænd, hvis du ønsker at afvige fra mine guders vilje.

he tilted his head slightly, studying the man before him. smaller, yet still toned, his scent sour with sweat and blood—a stinking heap of flesh unworthy of the gods’ gaze. faust felt the weight of his own bulk, the sheer mass of his form, and the strength that coursed through his limbs, honed by years of survival and conquest.