Raven's Watch [m] α

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muzzle tucked over vital vein, skorpa drove his shoulder into the biting chin and brought his own teeth to bear in many scorings of blood upon the other's own nose-bridge, another series of lacerations to one cheek. shoving in melted snow with clawed hinds, he pushed back against the drengr and at last there was a lull, a brief moment of heaving sides and glaring eyes.

"hun er væk!" skorpa shouted, moving in aggrieved semicircle. his body was in torment but he could not stop the exasperation he felt for this man. "vil du lade hende dø i sneen?  efter alt det her?"

yes, for skorpa and the man had made it about themselves, and now this dark conflict was the result of broken masculine pride. there was no retreat for the exile, though a rasping laugh was ragged there in the cold air, teeth raised to defend once more. as long the warrior was here to maintain this brutality, he lost what he wanted. she had not desired him. now she ran and perhaps would escape. either way, skorpa found himself victorious, tail lashing, shoulders tensed for another biting clash.

ah! it was good to fight again!

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