Hadrius stares at the grey land before him. Ashes drifting in the still air, suspending only for a moment as the grey clouds sink even lower, pressing on the warlord’s shoulders.A wintry subtle breeze slips past his face, tunnelling mournfully in his ears with the sound of war breaking out beneath him.His gaze lowers to the field of blood; the clash of dark hellhounds and wolves, vicious bloodied teeth bared as they sink into gaping necks, stretched claws curlings upwards splitting bellies open, guts and shit filled intestines roping the earth and blood… so much blood. The snow, once white, is drenched now with red and red. Flecks of spots splatter on bare tree barks, streaks of darkness drips from the branches, decapitated heads loll like balls of dust.The air is close with the iron scent, so thick he tastes it on his tongue.A wolf is slain in the crowd, it’s belly slit down the center and its heart just barely peeking from the bro
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