Stone Circle ᛋᚢᚾᛁᚾᛁᛏᛁᚾ

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ᚦ — eyes turn swift. the voice is young, and has no such effect on the man. his paws do not move from where they stand; it is disrespect, to graves not his, people not his. draugr holds no reverence for them. he will make this clear.
the words are understood, but draugr gives no sign that they are. his ears only pull up, teeth coming to be visible beneath a twitching top lip. tail flagging instinctively above his pelvis; the gray stone man walked as if these were his pillars.
he would learn quickly it was now otherwise. his voice comes heavily and gruff. draugr af níunda barrow. he encourages the boy with an introduction, but cuts it down swiftly. stepping forward as he does, eyes threading with warning. þetta er mitt, a grin, stone circle.