Björn where innocence is burned in flames
The very air that surrounds the isles is boiling with tension and anxiety. Björn can feel it with every breath he takes, he can feel it seeping into his bones. So when the call of Warsaw rings out over the soft hum of the insects, the blabbering of colored birds, he knew that the time had come. He lifts his thick head, ears rotate within his shaggy black mane pinpointing his exact location. He passes a single glance toward the small harem of mares, his eyes linger on Tigerlily before he sets off toward Warsaw.
His hooves beat the hard earth beneath them. The memories of battles and war are sharp, as if they were yesterday. The sound of muscle against muscle, the guttural screams, and the anticipation still causes his heart to thunder within his chest. He is warrior, and this is what warriors do. They answer the calls of men, they pillage and they plunder.
Björn begins to slow as he nears the men, all of them stand waiting for his appearance. He nods towards Warsaw and Rougaru, both of them he recognizes, but the third he had yet to become acquainted with. Warsaw had briefily mentioned his cousin, Cullen, so Björn assumes that this is the man, the Boss of the Lagoon. Björn raises his thick head proudly, his glacial eyes shift to Warsaw.
The turmoil and unrest of the Isles leads them all to this moment. It seems that the fates have tied each of them together in some manner, a destiny that would change the very culture of the Isles. He gives a nod toward Warsaw, ready to hear his proposal and plan.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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