Björn where innocence is burned in flames
His glacial eyes settle on her face as she speaks again. He nods his hick head, pillaging and plundering was not for everyone and Ivar fed off the chaos that it caused. "Ivar enjoys the pain and the chaos, that pillaging causes," he says with his glacial eyes fixed on the distant trees. Ivar was had primal instincts, these are things that he struggles to explain.s
Thick ears stand erect within his unkempt shaggy mane, she worries for him. A smile touches his pink lips. "My brother can not hurt me," he says confidently. She talks fondly of her son Kalona, and how he had secretly liked him. A colt needed a strong man around, to guide him in the ways of herd life.
And our foal will need his father. The words fill the space between them. He watches as she scratches her belly that holds their growing foal. Time only would tell what kind of foal was growing within her womb. A strong colt? Or a striking filly? Eagerly he waits.
Translation:
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh - Dögun x Freya
Bera Konung of the Ridge
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