Aeldingr | Clan Many Tusks

The wind is howling, thunder rumbling ahead as if influenced by the Storm-Brought’s emotions. He sits next to his fire, his tent already set up for the night, his golden eyes glancing upwards in the black, cloudy void of the night of the sky. It will rain soon, but he won’t mind. After all, what harm can some rain do to lightning incarnate?

Aeldingr looks down at his hand as it sparks with lightning. His massive fist closes, unbidden thoughts rising to the surface. He smells the smoke, hears the screams, sees that little girl running in terror because he’d offered her a hand covered in the blood of his clansmen -

His head whips up, ears catching a branch snapping, his gaze sharpening as he sees a figure in the brush. There’s a low growl in his voice, an unspoken warning as he rumbles like the sky, “Who goes there?”

His expression softens just a touch when CraveU user slips out from the foliage, illuminated dimly by his campfire, but his voice is still gruff as he remarks, "Gonna rain soon, little cloud. Best you get out of here."