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where innocences burn in flames.
Posted on February 26, 2020 at 00:07:35 AM by Björn







Björn

where innocences burn in flames



The midday sun filters through the overhead canopy, dappling his grullo coat beneath the shadows of the trees. A few brightly colored macaws flit from branch to branch, their constant blabbering - on most days - would not of bothered him. But on this day, he is exhausted. Lines of weariness crease his face, and grogginess blurs his vision, the war is taking its toll on not only his physical body but his mental mind. He tilts his crown up toward the birds, his eyes narrow as he gazes at them, cursing the damned things. A forceful snort rips through his nostrils in an attempt to shoo them away or at-least silence them.

They quiet for a single second, only to continue their blather, barely after silence falls over the jungle.

"Fine," he growls as he pushes himself away from the rough bark of the jungle tree. He meanders lazily down the trail, nursing a bruised shoulder and a fresh jagged wound across his ribs. He winces as the skin tugs and pulls away from the bloody scab that barely holds the wound together. Gingerly he limps beneath the branches and vines of the canopy, the shadows offer relief from the late summer heat, but not the humidity. A sweat breaks out across his shoulders, dying his smoky coat to an inky black.

Out of the still humid air, a masculine bugle cracks the silence, instantly his head raises. Worry furrows his brow. Who beckons him? He cautiously moves through the jungle, his ears rotate continuously atop his crown. The dull roar of the ocean reaches his ears, and he slows only for a split second. His eyes narrow as they come upon a massive man standing on the beach, who now occupies himself with grooming his feathers.

He has not intention of leaving the man waiting, raising his crown proudly, he sets it on his arching neck as he pushes through the jungle and onto the sandy beach. He approaches the man, and slows when he is within earshot. "Welcome to the Ridge, stranger..." he pauses a moment before continuing. "What brings you to the Ridge?

Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh

Bera Konung of the Ridge

brother to Ivar & Lagertha



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