Stone Circle ᚨᚱᛁᛗᛁᛚᛁ

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ᚦ — a rumble of please, then. he had not wanted to kill this man. he must begin broadening his circle.
gurgling breath rattles in his chest, lips peeled back from yellowed teeth, muzzle slick with blood. he peels back from the other norseman with a contemplative slowness, legs churning now.
he is still hot with the allure of battle fight.
draugr turns toward the fallen stone. he does not ask to be followed but it is silently expected. þetta er steinhaugr. he turns sideways, and thuds his chest with a hefty paw. it is a hollow sound like wardrums. ég mun kalla clanið mitt warhall. þetta er þar sem fólk mitt mun lofa guði sína. þetta er þar sem við munum hella blóði í þágu þeirra. þetta er þar sem börnin mín munu fæðast. heavy breathing now.
seg mér nafn þitt, berserkr. ég er draugr. this one has not earned his trust, not yet—but some small measure of respect.