~ where innocences burn in flames.
Beneath a watchful midnight sky, they lay beneath the inky black sky. Only a moment of silence passes between them before Ysabel speaks again. Her body presses into his and he can feel her warmth radiate into his bones. I want to help. A sigh escapes his lips as he rests his chin on her withers and a smile tugs his lips upward. "Yes my queen, we will go to the Lagoon together," he says aloud, his words meant only for her ears. They will burn it to the ground and raise hell until their children are returned. His soft smile transfroms into a smirk as he imagines the chaos that will reign on the Lagoon.
We will need help. You are a mighty Konung. His heart flickers in his chest as she speaks his tongue. "Drottningin mín, you are mighty," he whispers into the nape of her neck. She had tried to defend the Ridge from the onslaught of Lagoonies and had been injured. She was brave and mighty.
As she begins to recall that day, he can feel the anger boil beneath his smoky hide. They killed Osiris, and defeated myself and Siobhan. Her words are grave and they bury him beneath their crushing weight. Osiris is dead? The words echo around him as he tries to decipher their meaning. They will pay for all of this. They had trespassed into the Ridge and not only stole children, they killed Osiris and injured his mares. His ears lay against the thick chords of muscle along his neck as his breaths flare his nostrils. "Revenge will be ours," he growls into the still night air.
But just as he thought the situation was becoming clearer her next words draw concern from him. "What about Osiris?" he asks and his brow raises momentarily. What had she found out in his absence?
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge