Duskfire Glacier [m] Oomemē

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song and sound; a storm which poured beneath his skin. she was there; she was resplendent and dancing and vital in all his fibres. skorpa caught at her ears, arcing the pretty throat until her psalmic trilling was turned up to the gods.

he had wanted to move selfsame in the practiced gait of a wanton man, but ayovi coming to each new pleasure thrummed something deep in his heart, a mossed axeblade hove deep into the wood of a great sprawling evergreen. there she was; there she remained.

skorpa released his pinioning jaws and bent his crown against her spine. "ved alle guder, kvinde!" came words hoarsened by her smoke, reaching now over the coil of their undulating bodies to do as she had done; to bite gently upon her muzzle, to kiss softly at her jawline.

shieldwall, and he a pikeman; ayovi echoed in his ears as he fell headlong down steephill on the other side, force driving near to the end of his strength as steelset crook of one arm held them to meet.

skorpa's shout sailed as a thrown spear into the ice around them, a series of quick growls to follow, simmering to a sated snarl which ground to a vibration between their bodies.

as steam, twinbreath pools and rises up to the gods above the glacier.

"ved alle guder, kvinde," skorpa murmured again this time amid ayovi's nuzzled shoulderblades, "du kunne fylde mit hjerte."

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