Björn where innocence is burned in flames
The words came tumbling out of her mouth. He listens intently but he can not help the feeling of dread that begins to spread in his chest. Ivar He stomps his hoof into the grass at his feet, his tail slaps his smoky side with an agitated slap. He didn't have much family left, just Ivar and Lagertha and both he had left back in the norðurlönd. As he listens longer he can feel the anger begin to boil his blood, his glacial eyes narrow as she tells him the last part about him eyeing her like candy.
"He is my brother Ivar, he is upset with me for leaving him behind to come here," he says angerily. He begins to pace, his tail whipping back and forth while he deciphers what he had just been told. Ivar was here on the Isles, which meant that trouble was soon to follow.
His glacial eyes settle on Shaydowfax, her belly grows rounder every time he sets his eyes on her. "I have no doubts you can defend yourself, but my brother is relentless," he says with a nod of his thick skull. "He enjoys the hunt and the more he can torture his prey, the happier it makes him," his glacial eyes narrow as he thinks of Ivar.
Björn loves his brother but he knew what he was capable of.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
King of the Ridge
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