Stone Circle ᛋᚢᚾᛁᚾᛁᛏᛁᚾ

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ᚦ — northman feels teeth find neck and shred fur, narrowly missing vital point of his flesh. the stone prince escapes his hold but he relishes in the taste of his blood and the flesh that is left gnashed between his own stained teeth.
whipping around now, a bristling mass of dominance and power. it ripples through him, and a stinking swamp of arrogance permeates from the jarl. he bellows loudly, announcing his claim to the trees, to the stones, to the gods.
they will go. and should they be foolish enough to return, they would not leave with their lives again. and this;
this is a thought that he relishes in. grinning now ear to ear, feeling his own blood come in rivulets, but living in ignorance now. standing amid steinvardr, standing before steinhaugr; moving to clamber slowly atop it. standing above all, roaring now into the sky.
ÞÚ MUNDT MUNA NAFNIÐ MITT! a bellow that reaches the skies, that sends the crows flying from their trees. DRØUGR AF NÍUNDA HAUFINUM!