Whine echoes in a strangled bark: Raw, frustrated. At once a hare, and a dog, and Cedric's brow furrows.
Hard to think against the noise.
He likes noise, the high drums of ritual, the beat of his pulse. A song. You can lose yourself in it. A thought that stretches there and no farther. His hand slips out, to press the surface of her rune, strangeness marking its shape. That isn't right. If this place belongs to anyone, it belongs to Astrid. Her kin in these peaks. Hers, limbs stretched below axe and eagle.
Am I home? Am I home?
"Should we be?" Home is where you bury your people. "Should we be home?"
A shriek from the hare. Blood bubbles around teeth sunk deep in its own leg. The coin in his drops. Rost. The creature spits over teeth, lunges for Raskmodig –
cw harm to animals
Hard to think against the noise.
He likes noise, the high drums of ritual, the beat of his pulse. A song. You can lose yourself in it. A thought that stretches there and no farther. His hand slips out, to press the surface of her rune, strangeness marking its shape. That isn't right. If this place belongs to anyone, it belongs to Astrid. Her kin in these peaks. Hers, limbs stretched below axe and eagle.
Am I home? Am I home?
"Should we be?" Home is where you bury your people. "Should we be home?"
A shriek from the hare. Blood bubbles around teeth sunk deep in its own leg. The coin in his drops. Rost. The creature spits over teeth, lunges for Raskmodig –