Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm
Paradise, its beauty was mesmerizing, from the views of the turquoise ocean to the sea cliffs that jutted from the sandy beaches. Yet here he was in the midst of the beauty, circling this buckskin beauty with the intent of stealing her from her home. But he was desperate, for the first time since setting his hoof on the sand, he question why he was here? Was it because Sigrun had been successfully stolen from him? So he wanted to inflict the ugly pain on another stallion. Halting in mid-stride the grullo, shakes out his mess of ebony mane. The shame plastered on his face, the lead of this land, telling hims to leave. "I will leave without a conflict." Ochre eyes pass between the pair but linger on the mare as she speaks. A threat?
Puffing out his chest, showing her no fear as she spits her threat at him. "I am sorry spotted one, but I will not be hiding, if you seek me out, I will meet you at my border." They were brave words but it was the truth. He would not hide in a hole just that he could not be found, that would be cowardice. This attempt at stealing this mare away, had been an act of desperation. With dark tipped ear buried in his ebony mane, he pivots on his hindquarters. With glances of his grullo shoulder, he lengthens his stride into a ground-covering trot. He moved with the intent of heading home, not with fear, for if they came after him he would turn and fight.
Halting at before the hill descended into the ocean, he swivels his grullo head around. He quietly watches the pair of horses. He would have to find another way to trade with Felony for Sigrun. With a snort, he presses on, hooves carefully placed as he maneuvers the hill with ease. As his hooves touch the sand, he halts once again, ochre eyes pass over the beauty that the Paradise offered. He was used to Tinuvel, his home had a beauty of its own, but nothing like the greenery that the Paradise offered. A few birds chirp within the jungle that bordered the surf, a ocean breeze cools his sweat covered chest. With a sigh, he moves towards the ocean's edge, now for the exhausting swim North. Without another thought, he enters the warm waters, their ebb and flow consuming him with each step.
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Icelandic | Grullo [ Ee aa Dd] | 13.2 hh
King of the Inlet
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