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where innocences burn in flames.
Posted on December 28, 2019 at 06:50:47 PM by Björn







Björn

where innocences burn in flames



A soft warm breeze ruffles his unkempt ebony mane, as he looks out over the herd as they mingle together. Each of them starkly different from each other, in personalty and hue. His glacial eyes flick from one woman to the next, each of them graze contently on the lush emerald grass. Spring draws ever closer and with it, the War that looms ominously on the horizon. He knows what he must to yet he stands frozen, barely a muscle twitches beneath his smoky hide. He can not help but feel apprehension rise in the pit of his stomach. He has doomed them all to the atrocities of war.

How can he risk all of this? For a cause that is not his own? He had joined the cause in the heat of the moment, and to him it seems as if Warsaw has enough on his plate to be successful in the upcoming war. His gaze wavers and focuses on the distant horizon where the sea meets the cloudless sky. After seeking counsel from a couple of the herd he has decided something that may put a target on his back and he needs to be prepared for the consequences of his decision.

Yes, he is a viking, an icy warrior but it was time to put that past behind him. He had came to the Isles in hopes of leaving the pillaging and plundering behind. He steps toward his herd, a soft nicker leaves his lips in hopes that someone would step forward. He would leave for Tinuvel and make his decision known. This is what is best for his home and the future of his herd.

Translation:


Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh

Bera Konung of the Ridge

brother to Ivar & Lagertha



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