Dawnlark Plains ᛁᛚᛚᛏᛁᛋᚾᚨ

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ᚦ — manliness and arrogance is what possesses now. long forgotten is the naivety of youth, the brokenness of a boy unloved by father and ignored by mother. but what had always been there: ignorance to the southerners and their politics.
his simple mind just did not understand it. so when she says i had to, his only response is a grunt, a muffled chortle by pressing mouth to thick neck fur, and a flagging of his tail. mm. comes his tsk, tail wagging, and then turning on paws.
muscles rolling beneath a pelt of blanketed, rolling gingers and flame, and midnight ebony. turning smoldering eyes to her, looking now to see her. she wears new scars, but years old; only new to him. they damn what had once been a feminine face, twisting into something strong. he cannot help but indulge the urge that takes hold of his gut now.
og hvað fær þig til að fara, hm? an arrogant comment from an arrogant man, wide berth swinging as he comes fully toward her and pays no mind to any boundaries she may possess. letting his nose stick to her throat, eyes minding her reaction so he may avoid teeth again. but persistent nonetheless, making feral noises as he investigates her scent...
and what contorts it into the alluring thing it becomes. northman growls lowly. he goes now to make bold assumption: þú kemur bráðum á tímabili. hlaupa í burtu frá eiginmanninum svo hann fylli þig ekki af suðrænum fræjum?