Stone Circle ᛊᛁᛞᛁᛏᛁᚱ

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ᚦ — a raven flies from its midnight perch overhead and the goliath makes no sort of indication it bothered him. ear twitching at her words, eyes of eerie red moon looking with waspful intent.
he is not certain if he heard her correctly so he makes no move, no breath, no words. remaining shallow in his demeanor, tasting her scent upon his tongue now; hearing her next words, and giving her a soft grunt of acknowledgement in firm response.
no ameline. he reaffirms and then suddenly comes closer, making sweeping gestures with his head for her to leave. to go. he was swift in his conquering of these lands; and judged quickly who would stay and who would go. letting narrowing eyes having judged her and now he acts.
a guttural bark that echoes through the canopy of trees that shadows him direct. go.