Stone Circle ᛏᛁᚾᛚᛁᛋᚾ

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ᚦ — draugr watches the shadow take form at the edge of seinvardr. chin lifting, a scruffy and calloused complexion glinting with the glow of morning.
þú ert eftir. casting smoldering eyes over fellow northman, a glint of a smirk then coming to grace of light to his face. walking two steps forwards, looking in curious glint over the stature of the man.
he had come in the dead of night to challenge draugr and a good look had not been granted then, nor after their intimate tangle. the jarl huffs—a stagnate noise that says nothing of his thoughts, and jerks his head. summoning him into the ring of pillar stones.
þú munt sverja að drepa í mínu nafni, berserkr. raising a foreleg, to show the flat of his paw, beckoning for the beast to follow the movement.
endurtaka.
silence then. a loud, inhale of breath from the great beast and then a spillage of oath-born words for to bleed from the mouth of asvardr.
ég mun ekki lengur lifa fyrir sjálfan mig. ég mun lifa fyrir steininn, böruna og blóðið. jarl takes now the oath alongside the man, the first oath before the steinhaugr, where their blood would spill and creep into the cracks of her stone and into the molding earth beneath. coming forwards slowly, leaning head down upon his own foreleg, and splitting his own skin and flesh with tooth.
fyrir augum gömlu guðanna geri ég þig að bróður mínum. láttu guðina slá mig niður ef ég svík þig. ég mun drepa í þínu nafni. eyes closing shut, feeling the thrum of his lifeblood pulsate upon the earth and stone now as it drinks. absorbing him, his life blood, and granting him the strength of the old gods and the very earth itself. coming now to asvardr, and repeating the same bloodletting action upon him. tasting flesh, muscle, skin; tearing, ripping, and watching as his warm crimson spills in beaded rivulets.
og deyja með því, ef kallið kemur.