Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn naps soundly beneath the graceful green fronds of a coconut palm tree. His ears slouch back against his skull, a single leg cocks beneath him, and a soft snore rolls from his pink nostrils, a peaceful way to spend his lazy afternoon.
The stomping of hooves, pops his eyes open, just in time to see Ysabel stomping toward him. She opens her mouth and begins to berate him. What the hell kind of show you running here? she yells as she nears him. He jerks his thick head up and stares at her blankly. His muscles tense beneath his grullo hide, and his ears begin disappear into his unkempt ebony mane. Her words are venemous as they exit her lips, one of your bitches just attacked me, she yells. "I don't have any tíkur here," he spits in response to her name calling, except for the one he was looking at.
She barely takes a moment to breathe before she starts in on him again. You better hope nothing happens to our baby! Björn's eyes widen as she speaks of their unborn child, he knows how such things happen, he just didn't expect it so quickly. He stomps his hoof, her nagging was beginning to get on his nerves, especially since he had not a clue of what she was blabbering on about.
He grits his teeth, trying to hold back the anger that boils in his chest. She mentions Isabel being scarred for life, and than finally finishes her whining with What do you plan on doing about this? His glacial eyes narrow. "Woman, I have had about enough of your bickering," he growls. "I have been napping here, while you were off doing, Thor knows what... And now your here telling me you got your rass handed to you by some mystery mare?!" he says with a lift of his thick head.
He huffs in exasperation. "Ysabel, can you calmly explain what happened to you? IF you can, I may deal with it then." he says between clinched teeth.
Translation:
tíkur: bitches
rass: ass
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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