6/26/2025, 6:13 PM
Skill —
Ruathar smelled blood like a shark in the sea. The metallic aroma woke something within him, a beast that hungered for the source of it. He didn't know what it was that rose within him, but he had grown to accept whatever woke up as part of him. Rua wondered if it was something his father created, or something that had always lived dormant within him.
The male ventured along the dark coast, nose lifted to the breeze. The scent was faint, but the beast knew where to go. It had a trail, and it would not be distracted. A cough sounded some meters away, driving the male to pick up his pace.
Arriving to find a strange man, Rua slowed to a quiet walk. Ruathar stared at the stranger, studying his hunched frame. He noticed the blood dripping from his jaws to paint the dark sand. “Er allt í lagi með þig?” He asked softly, baritone voice carrying across the small space between them.
His toes pressed into the gravel layer beneath him as he attempts to root himself in place—anything to keep himself from rushing to investigate the source of his blood.
The male ventured along the dark coast, nose lifted to the breeze. The scent was faint, but the beast knew where to go. It had a trail, and it would not be distracted. A cough sounded some meters away, driving the male to pick up his pace.
Arriving to find a strange man, Rua slowed to a quiet walk. Ruathar stared at the stranger, studying his hunched frame. He noticed the blood dripping from his jaws to paint the dark sand. “Er allt í lagi með þig?” He asked softly, baritone voice carrying across the small space between them.
His toes pressed into the gravel layer beneath him as he attempts to root himself in place—anything to keep himself from rushing to investigate the source of his blood.