Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 88: Scene LXXXVIII

It was gruesome for smaller creatures held back those charging savages from reaching the high heads. Yet those leading them had many dreadful experiences to find the situation as a hazard... For what they excelled at was feeling the rush of violence, born solely to butcher the hunt their eyes had already denied from further existence as a menace... And continue as the prey.

"Kir!"

"Ai aieeeee!!! Ya got tha stone but I’ll knock the roots first!!"

"Hah! Ya won’t pierce–" — Rushing through the battleground in enhanced senses, Aslak knocked the two dishevelled beasts hindering his path, coming back to smirk at the blood splattered of many that had stained most of his skin that had become visible at the dismissal of covering furs to fight stronger. — "–Even parchment with a broken arm!"

"Kh! Oi!?? Ya brutes help out here! I’m dealing with three?!" — Getting surrounded by the muppets of a rooted high men, Kir yelled at the also busy savages and guards.

"Ya– HaHa! Ya can with that~! Nom~"

"Oi!! Hrom, don’t eat now!"

Those famous for enjoying the hunt conversed between them as the others also smirked at the hazard.

Piercing the beasts with the distinctive spikes of their weapons, the barbaric wildmen flexibly moved to also slash and stab them gruesomely unbothered by the shrieks of hurt creatures and sudden swipes of big hands crawling out of the crack steadily transforming into a new cliff in the place where good trees and healthier wood grew... That at this moment were smashed by those titans.

The men, after many deaths had been dealt to the tribe and beasts... One ear was pierced. Savagely. By one hand that had stopped to dismember a horned head of a creature within the earthquakes... to climb the high man and stab it as his foot helped it pierce further into the slow giant’s ear.

"Those below! Scram!!" — The excited Archduke roared, falling along the giant.

"Hahahaha!! It falling! Tha stone! Get its claw and pierce the rooted one!!! Its brother should kill it!! Hahaha!"

The adventurous savages ran delighted by the cruelty rooted to their core... wistful to have further fun at wicked ideas. Nevertheless, such was the rule at Sortnafeigr, one that kept many years of its inhabitants alive.

Sadly...

"I’ll get tha rooted one~ HaHa!" — Hrom roared entertained at the falling high men, which’s claws had already been cut by those below. And going ahead of Kir, the wild craft man stabbed the ear... Many times until the Constable reached him almost piercing the fellow savage with the axe as the rooted high men fell.

"HROM!!! DARN HE-GOAT OF A CHUNCK!!!!"

"AHaiee~~ ya lost Kir, Sire~!!!"

"This– HROM!!! IMMA CUT YUR GUTS!!!!"

Chaos commenced below as they watched the rooted one fall faster as the other hit it in a dying swipe of its claw. And the men fell... High and short ones fell altogether.

"Don’t get crashed now!!! We lost enough heads!!!" — Aslak roared, ordering the many savages still alive to get away from the immeasurable weight falling upon them.

Dust emerged from the ground along with a breaking tremor that shook nature, letting anyone near learn of the tumble of those from the core of the earth had happened.

The savages regrouped. Dispreocupied by the deafening silence on a settled and obscure night... Their ground kept shaking after their fall, dimly yet noticeable for those close to the earth that raised them.

"... It’s over... But... It’s better we go back now." — The warlock that had stayed away, feeling what the earth held for the nook’s future, came to say. Still holding onto his axe’s handle to continue. — "They will be sucked back... And this earth will disappear."

"... Can’t we get a–"

"We are going back now." — The warlock interrupted severe the savage.

"... Fine by me." — Aslak said joining them late and last. Grinning widely, satisfied. — "What we came for has been dealt with."

The hush of the many men and women was entertained yet exhausted. No other choice was there for the feral men as both leaders had said so.

The butcher of a huge hunt... This time would not happen as the earth warned that such could be their last.

"How many heads do we have?..... Oi! Kir! Leave Hrom alone! Ya were tha slow one!!" — Catching from the edge of his eye that the savages were still fighting to death, Aslak scowled a growl at his Constable.

"Tsk!!" — Each shoved the other’s head which’s forehead was read now. Not for the blood of those they killed but for the strong collision against the other. — "I’ll kill ya, cussed fuck."

"I’ll eat ya first and wear your fur, he-goat Kir, Sire."

Heads started to be counted and a march back to their safe village below the boulder keeping the owner’s castle commenced.

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He couldn’t care for the ones that had travelled with him. He would not wait for those to settle or those that needed treatment. Neither for the returnees... The man had simply gone ahead on his own, crossing the mist and the village just as morning raised.

He had gone into the lagoon that created the stream to clean himself poorly and went up the boulder with soaking worn clothes and body.

All on his own, because those of the guards that had come back with him would help and rest at Kleifar before climbing back up.

"My Lord, welcome–"

"Where is she?"

"... At–"

"Where."

"! Chambers, my... Lord..." — After being shaken by a menacing fist on his throat, Uth blurted out. Finishing his sentence as the Archduke had already disappeared into the stairs that would lead to lower ground.

He was indifferent to his ruthless attitude.

A long and hazardous wait, more gruesome than any difficulty he had experienced before had occurred. Nonetheless...

’I arrived earlier... twenty-four nights it took me...’ — The spouse thought, thrilled at the remembrance of a promise he had come up with before leaving.

— ... If I come back before a month... That week... Can it be longer? —

— It should be if husband wishes. —

’I wish for it.’ — The man thought, once more. Since days before arriving this truth had been roaming the wild one’s head maddeningly.

His amber eyes flashed their hue in expectation. And the door was opened with deep anticipation.

However... the hues moved to look through the chamber... Searching for that one he rushed to come back for with great excitement. Yet...

"Not here."

Aslak had come to a chamber... That had no sight of his wife.