Björn
where innocences burn in flames
Björn and Ysabel's relationship, if you want to call it that, has been rocky since the moment they had stepped on the Ridge's sandy shore. They had butted heads since Nya, had attacked her and embarrassed her, now they had hardly spoken since that day. He has wanted to smooth things over, but it seems every time he has made an attempt, it has went awry.
Ysabel catches his attention, he watches her toss and turn uncomfortably, knowing that soon she would bring their child into the world. As if on cue, she stands and leaves Isabel behind. Björn knows instantly that it was time, and watches her with a furrowed brow as she disappears into the dark recesses of the jungle. Instantly, he begins to pace as the anxiety begins to rise in his belly. Would she be okay? Would their foal be healthy? All of these questions he knew would soon be answered.
Finally from the shadows of the jungle, they emerge. Their child stands starkly different from either of his parents, his coat a brilliant chestnut color. Björn approaches cautiously, his glacial eyes gleam with pride as he looks at them. He notices the colt's curiosity, as he instantly begins to prod and poke at Isabel.
"He is handsome," he says as he draws near to Ysabel. He dares to reach his pink lips to brush the delicate curve of her nape. "I am proud to be his father. Have you thought of any names?" he asks as he turns his glacial eyes to look upon the crimson coat of their son.
Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh Bera Konung of the Ridge
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
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