Björn where innocence is burned in flames
Björn had known that soon Requiem would come looking for trouble, explicitly ignoring his father's orders to chase after someone that was no longer his. So when the man's scent floats on the breeze, Björn's eyes do not pop with surprise, no, they narrow with anger. Anger that has been boiling beneath the surface for days, it torments him and festers in the pit of his stomach. His thick ears stand erect within his thick shaggy black mane, listening to the sounds of the jungle, he knew it would be a matter of time before he finds Tavas.
He finds the trail that leads further into the jungle. Tavas has spent much time wandering within the borders of the Ridge, which he has allowed, knowing that she can not get far with her bum leg. IF she had not went ripping through the Dunes and somersaulted down a dune, she would not be gimping around, this was a consequence of her foolish actions. Tavas! Requiem shouts just on the other side of a thick bush of foliage, Björn slows to a halt and slinks forward. He is soundless within the shadows, as he peeks out with glacial eyes narrowed on the pair of horses as they reunite.
The blood begins to boil beneath the surface of his smoky hide the longer he listens to their conversation, but Requiem's next words shock him. Warsaw was defeated in battle. The words exit Requiems mouth and hang in the still air. Björn does not even have a moment to decipher this before Requiem begins to affectionately run his lips along her shoulder. Please tell me who has hurt you? His glacial eyes smolder, he had had enough.
The foliage crashes beneath him as he lunges from the shadows into the bright light of day. His challenge splits the air, he aims his thickly muscled shoulder towards Reqiuem, seeking to knock the man off balance. He closes the distance, not giving Requiem the chance to escape into the bushes. "Þú átt nokkrar kúlur, Requiem!" he shouts, as he teeth seek out the golden hide of Requiem. If the man had yet to learn, to not touch another mans property, he would learn that valuable lesson today. His teeth make a resounding pop with every snap he takes at Requiems flesh.
Translation:
Þú átt nokkrar kúlur: You have some balls
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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