Björn where innocence is burned in flames
If the intruders thought they have made it onto his shores undetected, they were mistaken. His glacial eyes were watchful, especially attentive to the sandy beaches, where one could easily slip into the jungle unnoticed. A snort exits his nostrils as the pair of horses bypass the sandy shore and venture further inland. He could of raced down to the beach, crashing through the jungle, alerting them that he was barreling down on them. He stomps his hoof into the grass, no, he would allow for them to venture further inland.
He pivots away from his vantage point, his hooves find the well trodden path that leads to a series of trails that intersect further down the mountain. He has only been in the Ridge for a handfull of days, but he has scoured the land, taking to memory the various trails. They zig zag through out the whole jungle, one trail leads to the beach, others lead to the craggy water fall. It was a maze of trails, a stranger to these lands could easily get lost if they were not careful.
Sweat beads on his smoky hide beneath his mane, and gathers to stain his coat to an inky black color. As the trail bends, he slows he knew that the pair would be around one of the corners. Their scent grows more pungent with every stride he takes.
As he rounds the final corner, he catches a glimpse of the pair just as the dark one stumbles and goes limp. He quickens his stride, his hooves thud against the hard ground as he races toward the pair. His eyes grow wide as she begins to convulse, and her companion tries his best to keep her from slamming her head against the hard ground. The very earth shakes beneath his hooves as she thrashes around, scarring the dirt with every kick.
Only a few seconds tick by before realization hits Björn, he knew what has possessed her. His ears slam against his skull and fear clinches his chest. He turns upon the boy with malice. "Strákur! You have brought djöfla into my land!" his words spit from between his teeth. He stands there his muscles tense beneath his smoky hide, waiting the few tense moments for whatever was to happen next.
Translation:
djöfull: demons
Strákur: boy
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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