~ where innocences burn in flames.
The Ridge is fractured and broken, he can see it in the way that all of the mares sulk and hide from him. Shame is written across each of their faces and it pains his heart to see them so broken hearted. With each passing day he can feel the strength returns to his injured leg and the swelling eases its way from his body. Soon, he knows he will have the strength to storm the Lagoon and bring back what is his. A wicked sneer traces itself across his lips as he lets the anger boil up from his soul.
He stalks through the jungle shadows and toils in his own mind all of the things he will do to Cullen and Raider. The jungle ceases its incessant chatter as he strolls beneath the canopy and he pauses. His ears rotate atop his crown as voices draw his attention to the sandy shores just beyond the thick foliage. He ventures closer as the voices become louder.
Just beyond the jungle they converse, and his glacial eyes settle on Siobhan and Elvira. Both of them speak in hushed tones but the pain is written across both of their faces. With a sigh on his lips he pushes himself nearer to them and comes to a halt between them.
"I am sorry about your father, Elvira," he says aloud his voice barely audible above the roar of the ocean. "When I am able I will be going to the Lagoon and retrieving the foals," he muses, in hopes that his words will bring peace to their souls.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge