Raven's Watch [m] α

sounds good to me!

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predictability of murder shone in the haunted eyes. skorpa could not hide the little snort of direly won amusement, to know he had pushed the warrior to this frenzied point. guarded again for this onslaught his throat, and their teeth collided with breaking force.

a dozen scars he might carry the remainder of his life, but skorpa did not intend to die in this ugly place; he took the tearing to his shoulder, thrusting it hard into the very mouth of the snarling beast with enough force to split the drengr's lip.

the beating adrenaline was the only reprieve for his thrumming wounds, but still he fought for an impasse. the other meant to kill, yet skorpa felt such rage could not be maintained the farther his prize retreated.

each blow earned him a place in the warrior's hall, and he let thoughts, mind, sound fall to mists where a woman's voice called to him, her face familiar and yet hidden from his understanding.

lunging now to grab the creature's cheekbone in his jaws, seeking to crush the side of that face.

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