Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 107: Scene CVII

Aslak’s steps stopped dry in place as his ears couldn’t hear the woman’s footsteps behind him.

Therefore, the turn of his body was instantaneous, only taking a second to admire a lowered head decorated with innocent pink, to then narrow his eyes before roaring again.

"Why are you still there!"

"! Ah... Y-yes! Wait for me, husband." — A tiny jolt made her eyes meet him, and flustered by the ferocious man, Ewelina hastily walked to reach his spot.

The man turned as soon as she was near enough. Reluctant to take her hand since he knew himself enough to see the danger his wildness would incur.

’Damn it, woman. I can’t stay calm around you!’ — Gritting his teeth, Aslak groaned with a serious grimace.

His stomps were enraged yet even then they measured their speed so his wife could follow.

Her fragility was always in his mind and yet, although such weakness made her graceful and adorable like a small pure creature, it was the strict gaze she could also portray that maddened him.

’Allowing me when showing your resplendence... Unfair Fatædi, I am to make you regret your naivety!’

The puffs of the man were noticed by the woman following him. Cautiously she tried to walk faster to take glances at his countenance, eventually lowering her head since she could discern the man’s irritation.

’Goodness...’ — Ewelina inwardly said as she felt concerned. However, not by the result his annoyance signified to herself. — ’How come I feel delighted at his trouble... to think I would become such a wife!’

With shut eyes, the flutter within her chest became chaotic and then the sudden grasp of her hand only enhanced the sentiment.

’Hnn... Yet he still took pity on me... His hand came for mine even when displeased...’

Ewelina’s eyes did not see the man’s demeanour as her limb was taken, yet the man’s severity that was previously harmless had disappeared.

Their steps had led them to where the other savages enjoyed the feast, and it was as he met the gaze of a hated villager that his possessiveness won against his frustration.

’Don’t lay your eyes on my woman, Yngve.’ — With a murderous glare, his amber eyes glinted the ruling. Taking it away with a conquering smirk... Since he had not simply acted out of passion when taking the woman away to a private tent. — ’What you’ve seen is enough.’

"Fatædi, we will pour the blood and leave."

"I-I understand..."

"... phtoo."

Walking by Yngve’s side the man informed Ewelina. And the savage that listened spit to the earth, enraged by the remembrance of a glimpse he caught.

From the place he had gone to rest, the Archdukes paced to look at the blood meant for the earth.

The Veener Female had become pleasant to Yngve’s eyes after continuous visits and they now followed her figure naturally from afar as she crouched to admire the bowls meant for the tribe’s customs.

Nonetheless, her profile was turned by a man’s hand... Who came to kiss her deeply and met his shocked hues marking his territory with threatening amber.

Animosity only ripened inside the savage, nonetheless, his wish for violence could not be satiated...

’... Veener Female...’ — Watching her follow with flushed cheeks and sweet demeanour to the man bonded by fate to her soul, his dejection this time would be dealt with the simple mead and meat his hands had hunted in her name.

"... Yngve. Your thirst must be vast." — Auflulk, his brother commented at the long gulp of a jack. — "For your eyes to lay on a woman–!"

"Don’t." — Shoving his cup against the brother, Yngve growled enraged. — "It’s not to happen."

Watching from their seat on the dirt how the couple climbed the Altar, bitterness settled in between them.

"... You don’t know that."

"..."

"... Kleifar!" — The sound of people’s dances and laughter accompanied by the melodic percussion of skinned drums turned silent at the Leader’s call for attention.

The gazes of cautious savages turned to Aslak. And the man condemned them with malicious yet victorious gaze, before loudly announcing the last of this evening needed for the Barbaric Lord’s departure.

"This hunt, it’s time we pay the earth with its blood!"

"OooOUuuuhhh!!!"

Cheers of those many enjoying the feast growled excited by the grin of a strong Leader.

"Come." — Taking the hand of the woman he took her away from the altar. Saying a last order to start the ritual. — "Lift and dive into the blood! Pour the red that will feed more of our grounds!!"

Men and women rushed to carry the wooden bowls filled with the offering to the Earth and rejoiced by the music their guttural cries and percussion edited, the savages passed the blood chaotically joyful before many others who dipped their hands on it painting their faces at times to breath the scent of an offering hunt and yelled exhilarated by the occasion, joining the dances while the blood finally was to be poured on the cracks of the Earth’s mouth... Once the ruler’s hands had dipped in the offering.

"The bowl will come."

"!... Y-yes." — Pale, Ewelina met his nonchalant gaze. Learning she also had to follow the actions of the other savages.

"..."

The woman observed how soon a bowl would reach them and she was convinced she needed to fight the reticence to show respect for the people.

A strong swallow traversed her throat and once the bowl was before them, the intent of the woman to release her hand from the man’s was not allowed.

Instead, with intertwined fingers their joined hands were lifted by the man, dipping them together inside the thickest blood.

"Earth fed this blood, it may feed thee blesser."

"... Earth fed this blood, it may feed thee blesser." — Ewelina managed to repeat as her hand was made to unfold to soak properly in the red by her spouse’s hand that would again intertwine with hers to dismiss their soak.

The bowl was taken away and the hands that had soaked in the clot dripped the red while still joined.

The woman forbid herself from looking at their hands wishing to continue to appear composed even when the discomfort was powerful. Yet...

"... You did well." — Aslak suddenly told her, standing tall as he watched the blood be poured on the Altar.

"... Blessed thee Earth."

"As Earth is us to become."

Her eyes admired the red gain the orange light of the near bonfire as it was thrown where they had seated. Dark red was evenly spread around, also falling on the wooden thrones from which they had enjoyed the feast.

"... Blood fell on the wood." — She mumbled not intending to receive an answer.

"That’s fine." — Always looking straight at the Altar as the ritual was done, Aslak responded. — "The branches crowning it will get leaves thanks to it."

"... That is... Wonderful..." — Her eyes looked up at the throne’s branches, imagining how later they would flaunt blooms in them.

"No blood that is poured in this earth is useless."

"Otrur."

"Not even that one spilt in a long past... Do you not agree, Veener Myrkzver?"

"... I do... And I hope for it to be true." — Honest, Ewelina answered the warlock that had approached them.

"... Don’t try to make my wife fall into your nonsense."

"You’ll end up learning it’s not nonsense by force, Aslak."