Stone Circle ᛋᚢᚾᛁᚾᛁᛏᛁᚾ

sven gets away! Drougr for 8
draugr: 4/30
sven: 13/30

I plan to have Sven attack but only in order to evade and run.

 And suddenly the stone prince and his humble brother were back in the all fathers favor.

Drougr was blinded by his anger and as such Sven knew he could make space hopefully for them to run.

So he aimed for the side of the beasts face and throat. Not to kill, just to wound enough that he would need immediate attention. He didn't know if it would work. Truthfully it was risky. But if he could make his aim true. They could run.

Teeth sought flesh of face and throat. He hoped Ujurak got the message.  While a growl rent his throat. 

láttu hann í friði.

They'd return. He did not plan to let this beast take the stone circle easily.

targeting ujurak for 8
asvardr: 21/30
ujurak: 15/30

asvardr rushes forward, a blur of gray and black, jaws parted in unmistakable fury. they dare lay teeth on his master. they dare spill his blood when they should bow at his feet. he hurtles toward ujurak, spittle flying from his maw, gaping maw fixed to fasten around his tail. to shred flesh, fur, bone if he can reach it. they will not forget him so easily.

and if they return, they will both join their ancestors in the dirt. and he will piss on their shallow graves.

No rolls from Ujurak, he is moving to escape. Completely missed he got to 100 posts, think this was a fun way to get there <3

Pain splits through his skull and his vision swims with stars.

Draugr's teeth narrowly miss his eye, catching on his cheek bone. Ujurak can feel the bone strain beneath the pressure. Heat floods the left side of his face, and blood pours down his cheek.

The vice of Ujurak's jaws release. The stone prince can barely hear Sven's shouting. Something about leaving. Leaving sounded good right about now.

Through the pain, Ujurak tore away from Draugr. Fur, flesh, tearing beneath his punishing teeth. Lacerations trailed down his face, they would scar.

Leaning heavily, Ujurak turned to run. Tunnel vissioned, he did not look for his brother, trusting that Sven had taken the chance to flee himself. Asvardr was hot on his tail. The silent man's teeth striking him, wrenching his tail before Ujurak ripped it away.

Til ána pakkans! Ujurak's voice jostled with his hitching step.

The stone prince hoped Sven understood his own red herring. Other wolves in the valley new the Riverclan had left. Ujurak had zero intention to go so far, his destination already determined.

He just had to escape first.

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ᚦ — northman feels teeth find neck and shred fur, narrowly missing vital point of his flesh. the stone prince escapes his hold but he relishes in the taste of his blood and the flesh that is left gnashed between his own stained teeth.
whipping around now, a bristling mass of dominance and power. it ripples through him, and a stinking swamp of arrogance permeates from the jarl. he bellows loudly, announcing his claim to the trees, to the stones, to the gods.
they will go. and should they be foolish enough to return, they would not leave with their lives again. and this;
this is a thought that he relishes in. grinning now ear to ear, feeling his own blood come in rivulets, but living in ignorance now. standing amid steinvardr, standing before steinhaugr; moving to clamber slowly atop it. standing above all, roaring now into the sky.
ÞÚ MUNDT MUNA NAFNIÐ MITT! a bellow that reaches the skies, that sends the crows flying from their trees. DRØUGR AF NÍUNDA HAUFINUM!