~ where innocences burn in flames.
The brilliantly colored Macaws incessantly chat within the canopy overhead, their caws echo within his empty chest. His heart stutters within his chest as her scent wafts on the breeze. Siobhan. Then from the jungle she materializes, her coat stark against the dark green of the jungle. His name falls from her lips barely audible, but he can hear the emotion and heartbreak. She struggles to hold herself together, just the same as him.
As she parts her lips to speak, his name falls from her lips but it is followed with an apology and a promise. And two words that stills his beating heart. Our foal. His eyes widen, they had shared an intiment moment, and now she bares his child. He is a mess of emotions, excitement, fear and a growing love for her. He limps forward, his heart thundering in his chest as the distance closes between them. He crosses the babbling brook and pulls himself next to her until her skin is just mere inches from his. "My dear Siobhan... my love," he whispers into the narrow space between them.
"Please, don't blame yourself," he pauses as the emotions dare to crush him beneath their weight. "I never blamed you," he whispers into her nape as he buries his pink nostrils into the curve of her neck.
He stands there idle, the sound of the jungle falls on deaf ears as he breathes her in. A soft whisper of a breeze ruffles his unkempt onyx locks and it breathes across his scarred smoky and white hide. "Are you afraid that I cannot protect our child? or you?" he asks finally as he pulls his crown away from her. Has she lost faith in him?
He does not know the guilt that weighs heavy on her heart. All he feels is fear and regret and anger that boils beneath his smoky hide. The Lagoon has caused all of this, they haunt the Ridge long after they have stole away his heir and Isabel. They have left behind fear and an overwhelming feeling of guilt. And they will pay for it with blood.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge