Duskfire Glacier [m]I hear it all, I hear it all in my head

reposting after tiki <3

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— it was misfortune that let the woman happen upon the bloodkeeper.
or was it fortune, that the kaan had not found her?
it was likely the first. from what he'd seen, the baskaan had a reputation for taking a liking to many, if not all the women he happened upon. and it was not his cousin's place to judge. what was one man's taste was not so often another's—and there was nothing wrong with that.
but he hears distant commotion. the scent of his cousin's mate a sharp wound in the nose, and blackfell can only chuckle lowly. so it is misfortune afterall, but not brought on by the bloodkeeper; rather, the mate of the kaan.
blackfell emerges the stygian knight from the evergreens laden with ice and snow. a persistent figure upon darukaal's marches, and now, here. his patrol interrupted by a scent that did not belong, and then the justice dealt by a woman of the glacier. crimson eyes cut now over the trespasser, appraising her like one might an uncut gem.
tail flagging naturally, a banner that has seen war but does not rise for it yet. a growl comes rolling forth like thunder, locked in the vibrating cage of bridgework. he watches the interaction—for now—and has no doubt tikigâk would impress him.