~ where innocences burn in flames.
As her ears lace against the arch of her neck and she turns with a scowl on her lips, he can feel his muscles beneath his smoky hide tense. Oh skítur, here comes all the piss and vinegar that fills this woman up. He waits. But it doesn't come. No teeth nor venom laced words leave her lips.
His words finally pique her interest. They were not a lie... Atlantis is the best place to start her search. Was it coincidence that his home is also on this Island? Or the Norns gentle guiding hand? He'll leave that up to her to decide. She bristles at his words and THERE was the venom that she had lacked just a moment ago. A smirk tugs at his lips at her next act of defiance, it reminds him of a stubborn child, who stomps their hoof and throws a temper tantrum.
"Whatever you say princess," he snorts. Maybe, I'll just drown her myself. He contemplates the option before he shakes his unkempt mane and moves toward the surf. "Right this way."
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His smoky body slices through the sea, he swims just ahead of her, each stroke brings them closer to Atlantis. He would be lying if he didn't enjoy the sound of her sputters and coughs as the waves wash over her. The gods have a funny sense of humor indeed. His hooves glance off of the sandy bottom and he is ready for the incline... Poka, not so much. He stalls in the belly high waters and eyes her as a waves crashes over head. A satisfied smirk crawls across his lips. Mock the gods one more time.
She crawls past him and he wipes the smirk from his lips as he follows after her. "The gods seem to favor you," he scoffs as he draws near to her shoulder. "At-least you didn't drown."
He moves from the waves, water dropplets spray out from beneath him with each stride. He slows at the hardened sand, swivels his crown to look back at her and waits for her patiently.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge