Scars of battles past litter his smoky coat - battles before he came to the Isles and battles since setting hoof on the shores. The life of King is not for the faint of heart. Kings rose in their prime but as time wears on their bodies they fall beneath the hooves of the next King.
A few weeks have passed since he has taken control of the Inlet and in this time he has come up against foes who seek to bring him down. A smirk tugs at his lips - they can try to plow him asunder but they will not prevail. He is Björn, Bera Konung .
His powerful legs propel him through the surf, until the sands rise up to meet him. He does not stumble nor falter as he strides through the surf. He jerks his thick head back and froth, his waterlogged knotted mane slaps against his neck with each sudden movement. A shout draws his attention. As the figure materializes, his brow rises and a wicked grin spreads across his whiskered lips.
Cullen.
The Lagoon boss shouts angrily into the winds and thunders down on a prone woman on the beach. She does not move when Cullen rushes up to her but remains still at his hooves. Björn's glacial eyes narrow as he watches as Cullen berates the woman. A growl erupts from his throat as he pushes himself into thunderous gallop toward the duo. A challenging bugle fills the air as he slides to a halt on the other side of the woman. His muscles quiver beneath his smoky hide and he tosses his thick crown.
"Cullen," he growls, "Clearly, you are in no position to be demanding answers."
