Duskfire Glacier нет покоя нечестивым

aw! working on his merc trade < 3

beneath the light of the full moon the soldier makes his rounds. blazing a heavy path along the eastern borders where glacier meets the frigid sea. the crash of wave against ice as old as time. a backdrop that might be soothing to most, but only serves to fan the flame that flickers inside. the war would come soon. they would march their way into saatsine and take the life of the one they call sun eater. the name means nothing to him, as the man would be another target. another head to rip from a neck to place upon a pike.

he would be nothing more than a message, when the dust settles. and his body lay to fucking rot.

Iosef would not rest. his place now was among the borders to ensure not a single soul would slip onto the glacier unnoticed. if they did, he would hunt them down. toss their headless body into the sea to be swallowed by dark currents. muscle is coiled tight beneath fur and scar. a restlessness only brought upon by the anticipation of battle.