~ where innocences burn in flames.
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Ears flick atop his crown as his name falls from her lips. It would be a life if he did not admit that his name on her lips draws a shiver down his spine. It is the way her lips from the syllables of his name and how her tongue rolls over his name. He lifts his head higher with a ripple of the sinew and muscles that cause his grullo hide to be stretched tight across his crest. He eyes her with his glacial eyes and a mischievous sparkle glints in them as she closes the space between them and presses her brow into him. He can feel his heart thunder against his ribs at her close proximity and the waft of sweet perfume causes his head to grow light.
I am also fortunate that you have found me first?
A smirk tugs his lips upward as he tilts his crown. "Indeed, it seems my stjarna kysst stelpa," he pauses as his words fill the space between them, "The gods smile down on you."
He lets his words sink in for a breath before he continues. "You have found yourself within a place that other men can come and make claim to you... with force. If you were to refuse they can resort to teeth or other means in order to get you back to their home," he shakes out his unkempt onyx locks. He would not condemn others for their actions, for there has been a time when he too had forcefully claimed a mare in this land. But that is not a common practice for him.
"I would not want that for you Orphea."
Björn - Icelandic mutt - 10 years old - Grullo Sabino
Bera Konung of the Ridge