Dawnlark Plains ᛁᛚᛚᛏᛁᛋᚾᚨ

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ᚦ — he at first sees beautiful winter maiden come to tame him. sandstone eyes snap to the rise.
she is fire before form. rage before words. he rises and meets her vigor with his own, but does not expect the strength with which she hits him.
his body pivots with warrior’s reflex, one hind paw grinding into earth, front shoulders rising like drawn shields. their teeth click together like the sliding of swords in collision.
her teeth scrape his shoulder. he smells his own blood as it ebbs in thick bullets and soaks her mouth. staining ice fur with crimson. draugr bellows a fierce war-cry and hits her hard, aiming to stagger her back upon hindlegs.
Þú ert galin, kona!