Posted on February 26, 2020 at 00:50:35 AM by Björn
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Björn
where innocences burn in flames
The adrenaline that had coursed through his veins weakens with each stroke. He had came for Wren once before but had failed in his attempt, and to Liland's surprise he had come again... but this time he returns to the Ridge victorious. He lets the sea pull him away from Tinuvel, succumbing to the ebb and flow that she offers. In the distance, Wren and her foal are just a small dot on the horizon. She had come with little fuss, just a nod of her delicately chiseled head. - He steps from the sea with his head elevated slightly, his glacial eyes glance down the shoreline. He has washed up near to them, his glacial eyes easily finding her gilded skin against the stark green of the jungle backdrop. He moves swiftly across the sands, his muscles ripple beneath his smoky grullo and white splashed hide. As he nears the pair his ears appear from beneath a thick tangle of onxy mane, his ears catch the little colts protest. "Welcome to the Ridge, Wren.." he announces in his thick northern accent and nods towards the tangle of jungle in front of them. He turns his attention on the boy. "There are many foals here for you to play with," he tries his best to comfort the boy knowing that this all is confusing. He knows nothing of Wren, only that her beauty has attracted him to battle for her and make an enemy of Liland. Her beauty was just a whisper on the breeze and now that she stands before him, he can not deny, that the rumors were true. "I am Björn,the Bera Konung of the Ridge." "Where would you like me to take you first?" he asks as he turns his attention to Wren. There are many breathtaking treasures hidden within the tangled jungle... hidden waterfalls and babbling brooks, brightly colored macaws and howling monkeys, and there is the herd who are now their family. Icelandic mutt - Grullo Sabino - Stallion - 14.3 hh
brother to Ivar & Lagertha
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