Shadow Mountain who made you like this

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— and it is not just name of the mountain, but it speaks for the woman before him as well. she rises above him and she is met by a man who does not seek to climb her ascent. he only smiles in return, top lip curling. his interest piqued.
it is not hard to see what she is. she's not just any woman but her voice rasps and he hears in it something he has longed to return to. head lowering, sinking, between stone shoulders and he hears the clatter of rock in the distance.
he pays mind only to her.
tartok. that smile only widens. nostrils flaring as tentatively he leans his face upwards, neck jutting, to press his nose to the skin of her gray shoulder. minding himself to her scent and feeling a shudder of satisfaction at what he finds. it is not sweet. it is earthen, and twinged with a power. i am sikuar.