~ where innocences burn in flames.
The anger still seethes and writhes beneath his smoky hide. She has awoke this in him today, this meeting could of went so many other ways. But no. She has come from the sea's embrace with venom on her lips and anger in her soul. They could of embraced each other and he could of told her what had happened in their absense. His tail lashes across his haunches. They could of done many things, he begins to think of things they could do. But she dares to raise her head once again and takes a step toward him. His ears disappear into his matted onyx mane and against the sinewy muscles of his neck.
If you had not broke your promise.
A low inaudible growl rumbles in his throat. "You would have me keep a promise to a rapist and a coward?" he asks, this time he takes a step closer. His eyes narrow as they take in the proud way in which she raises her head and looks down her nose at him. A year ago, things were different. He was different. She was different. "You have forgotten your place Nyimara," he snaps.
Then, there it was. Envy spills from her lips. This all was about Lily and her words ignite the fire that had reduced to a smolder. Her words are low as she she speaks them, and his ears appear from within his matted mane. For a moment, he thought they could speak about all of this... but it is a false hope that dangles in front of him. She berates him and talks to him as if he were a child who needs to be reminded of his place. "Enough." he commands, but she continues.
Her words are dark and a smirk pulls at her lips as she recalls what has happened. I burned her down. My teeth tore at her flesh... His Lily? She attacked HIS Lily? He shakes his crown back and forth, and tries to decipher all that she has told him.
As she presses her body into his and whispers her plans, he can not help but recoil from her touch. His eyes narrow and his face contorts as he pulls his lips back from barred teeth. "If you touch Lily again, Nyimara... you will feel my teeth on your skin and my hooves on your body," he growls, the lust and attraction he had for her has melted away. "You blame me for everything... take a walk to the water and look at your own DAMN reflection. I don't need your help in retrieving MY son. IF you had been here like you were supposed to he would still be here."
He steps up the shore, his tail lashes at his haunches as he turns to look on the woman he had once adored so much.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge