Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Im sorry. She mutters, emotion still clings to her words. He wants to question her. To ask what she is sorry for? Bumping him in the nose? Or was there more that she wishes to apologize for? Crimes in her past? Pfft. He supposes than he better start to apologize too. The darkness in his past haunts him, it follows him like a shadow or a draugur. It hides within the shadows, sneering and jiving at him, beckoning him to return.
"Whatever you feel like you need to apologize for, I have already forgiven you," he says barely above a whisper. If he were to condemn her for her past. Wouldn't that give her grounds to condemn him for his wrongs? He bumps her lightly with muzzle, letting it linger on her skin for a moment longer. Now the question was, would she accept him for the broken, shell of a man that he is?
The torrential rain gradually slows to just a pitter patter against his smoky hide. The branches of near by leafy trees bow under the weight of their sopping wet leaves. The branches creak and crack as soaking wet leaves fall off with a plop. He notices that she shivers don't rack her body, and her sobbing has ceased. His glacial eyes find her face as he asks for her name. He wants to see the words form on her lips, to hear her honey sweet voice say her name. Tigerlily It suits her. It is a hunch he feels within his gut, telling him that even in her brokenness, there is still a fierceness that burns in her soul.
"My name is Björn, son of Dögun the late Pony King of the Inlet," a sparkle of pride glints in his glacial eyes. The next question comes as a surprise to him. May I know you? The question lingers in his mind for a moment. He is a complicated man. Does she mean literally get to know him? All of him? His eyes search hers, hoping to find the answer hidden in them. "Yes, in time," he says quietly. In time she would learn of everything that he has been through. She would learn his trepediations, maybe see his anger, his fears, and hopefully his happiness. He hopes they would share all of these things with each other.
As the storm moves on and the ominous clouds dissipate, a twinkling star peeks through the scattering veil. It reminds him that even in the darkest of nights, that on the other side of the ominous clouds, a star still shimmers. His glacial eyes remain fixed on her delicate curvature of her face. Her lips part and attempt to speak his native tongue back to him. A smile peeks at the edge of his lips, as her tongue attempts to speak the words.
The words are choppy at first, but she grows confident and finishes with a triumphant look upon her delicate face. "Very good," he smiles, a proud look on his handsome face. His lips reach to touch the delicate skin of her cheek. "It means... I am here," he says softly into the nape of her neck.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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