Stone Circle ᛋᚢᚾᛁᚾᛁᛏᛁᚾ

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ᚦ — another rushes. he is prepared to strike this one just as brusquely when—
the boy throws himself upward, willingly caught—like prey that meets the blade on its own terms. flesh presses into his maw, skin stretches taut between his canines. northman recoils as reactionary; spinning away.
the actions do not succeed in their goal. and draugr is not shunned away, no. he reacts thusly, spinning upon thick paws. thudding, grunting a growl and heaving in heavy exhales. looking with fierce eyes between both boys. spitting fur and blood from jaws.
a standstill. momentary. draugr speaks, not as threat, but as older man.
vera vitur. farðu með líf þitt. he warns, blood of ujurak dribbling down dark jowls. it would be equally as wise for draugr to kill both now and end their bloodlines where they stand upon ancestors. it would secure the future of his bloodline in this stone circle permanently.
but the northman's mind does not fully yet belong to the allure of bloodshed—for this, they are lucky. fara! he roars now, bellowing with the full strength of his belly.
fara! again.