Björn where innocence is burned in flames
A satisfied grin creeps across his pink lips as she angrily reminds him that she doens't know what tíkur meant or understood what he says when he speaks in his native tongue. He shrugs his shoulders with a smirk on his pink lips. "Why do you think I use them fancy words?" he snaps. He knew that she couldn't understand his words, it brought him satisfaction knowing she was puzzled over what he said.
If this is how your mares act. The words leave her lips, a promise to make the other mares behave. A snort erupts from his nostrils. He tries to stifle a roaring laugh from bursting between his lips. "You?" he scoffs. "You certainly are bossy enough," he says with a sneer.
She twitches and worriedly looks around behind her, just in case draugar pop out of the bushes. She starts to explain how she was walking along and a brown mare with silver hair appears from the bushes, attacked her and then fled. A chuckle rumbles from deep within his throat. Ahh Nya. He smirks, she is off to her tricks. He lets her finish her story, and as it concludes, she relaxes.
"It sounds like you were attacked by a draugur." he says with a haunting tone. He takes a step closer as to only be heard by Ysabel. "They wander these Islands looking for helpless maidens to feed upon," he whispers ominously into her perked ears. He pauses near to her, his hide just inches from hers. "You better stick close, I'd hate for anything to happen to you and OUR child," he says with a smirk tracing his pink lips.
IF she had come to him in a different way, he may of spoken with Nya, but he was not going to interfere in their skirmish now.
Translation:
draugar: ghosts
draugur: ghost
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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