~ where innocences burn in flames.
A smirk tugs at his lips as she tips her head toward him and then breathes her words to him. She toys with each of them and enjoys the seduction that she offers by flaunting her supple hips and strong scent. He dips his crown as he speaks. "Time will only tell," he whispers into the space between them.
Then the next words out of Raider's mouth draws his attention away from the gilded woman and all other words around him fall on deaf ears. He can feel the blood beneath his smoky hide begin to boil. And the taste of that Clydesdale's blood in my mouth was the icing on the cake. Then everything begins to unravel. Ysabel had told him of what had happened but she had never mentioned who or what. And now here he stands mere inches away from the murderous Lagoonie who dared to come into his home, kill Osiris, and steal away his children!
The world around him blurs and a deep crimson rims his vision. The gilded mare falls to wayside and any concerns of her well being with it. His muscles begin to vibrate and shake as the adrenaline thunders though his veins. I will kill him. He silently promises to himself. I will feel his skull crunch beneath my hooves and see the last of his life flicker from his eyes.
The final straw was the degradation of his name. He can't even protect his herd. His ears disappear beneath his thick matt of onyx mane as his glacial eyes narrow. Raider moves away from the trio but he is not quick enough. He thinks himself some sort of master puppeteer, no he is a murderer and a coward. He boasts about killing a man, while he fought mares and stole children. He moves swiftly towards Raider and murderous look in his glacial eyes.
"You are a murderer and a coward. And this treachery demands blood," he growls as his hindquarter muscles bulge, uncoil beneath his weight and he lunges across the space between Raider and him. As he draws close to Raider he pulls himself up into a rear and his front hooves aim to hammer down on his shoulders or withers.
He feels the rage and the uncontrollable hatred of the Lagoonie and he seeks to end this. As his front hooves touch the grass once again he pushes himself a few strides away and seeks to attack Raider again. His crown is lowered between his knees as he begins to circle him while his glacial eyes search for any weakness or to exploit any opening.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge