Dawnlark Plains ᛁᛚᛚᛏᛁᛋᚾᚨ

forward dated; to be determined when

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ᚦ — early dawn arrives with birdsong and rustling of branches in spring wind. from where he had camped himself, draugr rises. looking around his surroundings with sandstone eyes ablaze with morning's light.
there is a stagnating silence that permeates and clings to the plains; it brings the dark fur at his nape to bristle, despite any attempts to alleviate his sweltering nerves. the titan inhales a breath to fill his lungs and continues on the path he weaves.
searching for signs of clan life in the vast north he has come to walk now. potential allies—or ample opportunity for a raid. he desired now to wet his tongue with bloodshed; in whatever form he could find it. but there was no harm in establishing connections, either.
his jarl-mind ticked.