I can't hear it now

Drøugr · (This post was last modified: April 08, 2025, 05:33 PM by Drøugr.)

ᚦ — faust af darukaal. the name is repeated with war-torn jaws and the northman can only grin from ear to ear, not from meeting this man, but from the information he has been given. it fills his veins with excitement born from battle-fury, a temptation the man will never resist.
the mountain. the blood. it excites him. a promise of war, and spoils won not by seduction but by a northman's show of strength.
gott. comes his grizzling reply, a gurgle in his throat, which is cleared after—but does little to rid his voice of grit. þannig á það að vera. gathering now his spirit as he makes ready to travel to the foot of the mountain and claim his woman.
eyes drifting back to the crown of stone that pierced the clouds in the distance. he swings his head to faust, meeting his gaze one final time, blunt as warsteel. ef hún er þarna, mun ég finna hana. og ef það er blóð... draugr's strength sways as he barrels forwards many feet with long strides, feeling the bristle of his hackles not with anger but with anticipation. growling lowly in his throat, eyes narrowing once. mm. guðirnir munu fagna.
turning once to offer a dip of jarl's head, one to another, before beginning his leave. við hittumst aftur, kaan! draugr mun vitja í langhúsi þínu, ok veizlum vér. so faust had better prepare the meats and the mead.