~ where innocences burn in flames.
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The Norns have surely sent Poka here to test his resolve and perhaps to see if will unleash his wrath upon the proud head of this mare. He just stands there in the hissing surf, his tail smacks across his haunches with each swish. She does not waste another moment, her words drip with venom as she turns her head back to him. His ears waver on top of crown, but as she tells him to fuck off, he can feel the anger begin to seethe beneath his smoky hide. And his glacial eyes narrow as his next words leave his lips.
"Maybe whomever you were looking for has lost themselves on purpose," he pauses with a snort, "Just to escape you... because you are such a joy to be around," sarcasm drips off of every word that slips off of his lips.
He only pauses a moment longer to hear her grumble and shows her contempt with him and everyone in the Ridge. He wants to tell her where she could find whomever she was looking for. Perhaps at the bottom of the sea? Or perhaps just a leap off of one of the many cliffs the Ridge offers... But he holds his tongue.
"There are many places to search for your long lost friend, on Atlantis... or you can try Salem, Tinuvel or Luthien." he says with a sigh on his lips as he moves out of the hissing sea and onto the hardened sand. He moves closer to the tree line, just at the edge of the dense jungle.
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge