Nova Peak τ

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for a long moment skorpa was silent, emotion climbing the craggy slopes of his face and settling into its shadow. his chin began to tremble, and his broad paw shook again, cheekbone turned into her palm, his touch settling to press her own closer against his face. chest swelled; eyes filling with the bittersalt memory of that striking, horrible terror. "jeg havde aldrig været så bange," uttered in hoarse quick lest the sob overtake its sound.

a long breath composed skorpa, though he made no move to wipe the few tears which had escaped all the same. exhale to regnvand's wrist, eyes closed as he kissed her pulse there beneath white satin. "jeg har været i for mange kampe til at tælle dem, ayovi."

indigo to the embers of a burning forest.

"ingen mand har nogensinde stået så stærkt, som du gjorde." quick smile, pulling reverence down over his face. "ikke engang mig." a shieldmaiden. a winterblade in more than her own right, this warrioress split in twain and life lifted bloody from beneath her heart.

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