Björn where innocence is burned in flames
She crawls beneath his smoky hide, awakening something primal deep within him. Maybe it was the way she stares at him as if he were wasting the very air that they now shared or maybe it was the haughty way she acts as if she is superior to him. His lips peel back in a sneer, as she continues to berate him with her haughty words. "You haven't seen charming yet, you spilla brat," he growls. His ears lace back and his glacial eyes smolder with a burning anger. He had thought maybe he could of sent her back to Ruger, in exchange for something or someone. But now...
She thinks herself so clever, with her word games and her condescending babbling. She was naive. "You act as if you are far superior to males, as if our games we play are childish. Yet, here you are playing your own games," he scoffs. "How hypocritical Junia. You are a player in these games, just like I and everyone else on these Isles," he pauses as his glacial eyes narrow. "So why don't you just hop down from your high horse," he spits between his whiskered lips.
He turns his icy blue gaze away from Junia, his blood boils beneath the surface of his scarred grullo hide. He had not been spoken down on since he was a child and had not allowed it then, he was not about to start now. He raises his bald face to look upon her, the malice still contorts his face. "Björn the bera konung," is all he says. Björn pins his ears and circles her, encouraging her to step deeper inland. His teeth snap together with a resounding pop, he has no interest in playing her childish games further. If she does not respond he will lay his teeth across her pretty hide, and he would hate to mar it, or maybe it was just what she needs.
Translation:
spilla brat: spoled brat
bera konung: bear king
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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