Stone Circle ᛏᛁᚾᛚᛁᛋᚾ

@Asvardr

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ᚦ — the northman returns from the edge of his claim with the wind at his back and blood still hot on his tongue. the night had been uneventful—no howls, no intruders. only a fresh kill to sate the nagging sensation of desiring bloodshed in the back of his mind.
his paws are dark with mud and pine rot. his fur heavy with the scent of stone and piss. he has marked every ridge, every tree, every old trail that runs through the stone circle.
the sky is dark still, veiled in stormclouds, stars drowned in fog. he lifts his head. draws in a deep, full breath and bellows deep into the twilight, smoldering gaze probing into layers of tree and growth that surrounds the center of the steinvardr. yelling greatly, ÁSVARÐR. a drumbeat of war.
a summons to the blood-oath sworn.