he laughs, deep from the wide barrel of his dark chest. there is nothing to be indulged in when it came to his stink. truth, he had not bathed in quite some time—stench meant he lingered at the borders of the forest.
he did not care what reaction others found in how he smelled, if only they could smell him. that they knew of his existence and his claim remained cemented.
she invites herself to feast upon his kill before even beckoned, and he watches with amused, approving eyes. stepping aside to allow her both room and access. moved by her confidence; he is no stranger to a strong-willed woman, and there is something like a purr in his throat.
she asks for his name, and he rumbles a dark cadence.
he did not care what reaction others found in how he smelled, if only they could smell him. that they knew of his existence and his claim remained cemented.
ja.is all that comes from the mouth of the norseman.
she invites herself to feast upon his kill before even beckoned, and he watches with amused, approving eyes. stepping aside to allow her both room and access. moved by her confidence; he is no stranger to a strong-willed woman, and there is something like a purr in his throat.
she asks for his name, and he rumbles a dark cadence.
i am drøugr af the ninth barrow. jarl af warhall. þú are who, næturregn?
draugr speaks norse fluently and common sparsely. he is a 3-3-3 toon.
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