Neverwinter Forest [m] white beak

come one , come all!! but maybe dont linger too long...

luhtar’s laughter rumbles low and deep, like thunder rolling over distant mountains, as he meets her force with equal vigor. his breath puffing out in bursts of white against the cold air, mingling with her own plumes.

she is relentless, wild. he is a man stricken.

heads colliding in a vicious butt, they relinquish from one another only briefly—before they collide again, as clockwork, moving in practiced motions about one another. no longer a spar, but the intimate dance of their shared culture. strong legs grappling, teeth clacking together audibly.

luhtar, boldly, makes to lock his jaws about her throat and push her down—but he likewise goes tumbling with her, willingly, to the ground and the snow. and now, there comes a more... suggestive growl, wet on his throat now.